Evar went to stand with her. “Why this one?” “There was a guinea pig cropping the grass at the edge when I came this way to find you,” Livira said. “A what?” “Like a rat, only fat and slow with no tail. A sausage on legs. I saw one in a book. This was the first real one.” Evar wasn’t sure about the “real” part. “So we’re choosing this one because of a lucky rat?”
