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𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑
I rub my eyes with the palm of my hands — the feeling of fatigue quickly getting to me.
We found ourselves in the middle of a huge thunderstorm — which also is one of the causes of my lack of energy. I also happen to have gotten sick — well, it has been almost a week, but that is just a small detail. Oh. And cherry on top, I am on my period. Okay, quick information, I do not experience any sort of cramps — which Nya considers that as lucky — but it just annoys me since it doesn't exclude the random mood swings from time to time.
The cabin keeps swaying back and forth. The Fangblades shaking and almost falling off the table more than once. I sat with Kai, Nya and Jay. I cross my arms on the table and bury my face in them, closing my eyes just to relax them a little.
''Are you okay, sis?'' Jay quizzes while he creeps up his hand on my back — rubbing it in a comforting way. I just groan in response — my voice being more raspy — nodding my head. I am feeling fantastic, Jay. Thank you.
''Why is it that Torchfire Mountain is the only place we can destroy the Fangblades?'' Nya questions.
''Because the Fangblades are made from the original teeth of the Devourer.'' Kai begins to explain while my ears pick up the sound of my brother sipping his tea before placing back down his cup. ''They're so strong they can only break down in extraordinary heat!''
''Uh. Could someone pass the salt?'' My brother asks before jumping ever so slightly. The ship bounces as we accidently must have brushed something. I let out a small gasp along with Jay while I remove my head from my arms and just grip on the edge of the table. ''Hey, thanks.''
I raise a brow and look to my left where my brother was only to see him with the salt shaker in his hand. Oh, it must have slided with the shaking. He pours some on his sandwich.
The door slides open, making me turn my attention to it. The opened entrance reveals Cole, who has a hand right on the door frame as the other is wrapped around his stomach. Poor boy, he looks a little green as if he was air sick, which is probably the case.
''Please. No one talk about food.'' Cole pleads, throwing his head back before he lets out a small groan as he trips to the side. We see him pass the other way before he grabs the doorway once again with both hands as he peaks his head out. ''How much longer until we get there?''
''Not long.'' Jay answers him as I remark a small mischievous smile curving on his lips. ''Hey, Cole, you're looking a little green over there.'' He picks up the sandwich in his hand and lifts it up. Jay, I swear– ''How'd you like a mucous salt sandwich?''
Cole gags, covering his mouth with a hand before dashing to the side to throw up — my brother bursts out laughing. I frown my brows and smack him in the behind of the head. ''Real mature, Jay.''
