Yerin’s ruby eyes snapped open. “Not a sniff or a hair. I’d be red-hot if I thought you were just poking at us, Eithan, but I don’t think you are. You’ve got me shaking.” Lindon had a similar feeling. The longer this went without passing as one of Eithan’s jokes, the more disturbed he became. Eithan scratched furiously at the side of his head, disturbing his short hair. “It’s something, but…if only I could…maybe if I fly…” He mumbled to himself as he left, leaving Lindon and Yerin staring at the door in shock.
