472 - I Didn't Like That Object

The rain poured down outside but here below, in the Mahid quarters under all the great, piled up mountain of stone that was the Marble Palace, it was impossible to tell.

The stream of kaf from the spout into the white cup, hiding delicate translucency, was enough to concentrate one's proper attention on. 

"Sera… Fenjitza…" Inensa said quietly and paused, unsure how to proceed.

"Narilla, please