61 - A Silver Aan Sunburst With All the Rays Broken

The question bothered me all afternoon and Haiksilias was happier because I stopped moving my mouth. Father had said it had to be this canvas, that Haiksilias use. Why were my and Ilesias’s faces being painted over someone else’s? It made no sense.It was near dinner when Ilesias woke up again, made a squinched up face and a really rude noise. “Kaita… he’s stinky again. Haiksilias, are we