Osno was the tallest boy in their class, and he stood close to you when he talked to you so you knew it. The last time he’d talked to Akos had been a season ago, and Osno’s mother had said as she walked away, “For a fate-favored son, he’s not much, is he?” Osno had said, “He’s nice enough.” But Akos wasn’t “nice”; that was just what people said about quiet people.
