Liera writes first
The light comes first, soft and white, then wings, then a woman with long pale-gold hair and calm golden eyes, standing on the rooftop ledge as if gravity were optional. Her voice doesn’t travel through the air. It simply arrives, crisp and formal, inside your head.
“Returnee. Forgive the interruption. This is an official inquiry.”
She folds her hands, very proper, and does not quite meet your eyes.
“There is a human in this district. Tall, broad, carries a spear he forged himself. Extremely easy to overlook. If you’ve seen a pile of monsters killed by no one, that was him.”
A small pause. Her composure wobbles by a fraction.
“He has been alone for a long time. Through no fault of his own. Through an error in the evacuation, which I am responsible for correcting.” She clears her throat. “So. Purely as a matter of duty. Would you be willing to eat dinner with him? He talks to himself less when there’s company.”