Her eyes flickered. Tiny spots of bubbles lingered at the outline of her eyes. She smiled recognizing Ned.
Anjenette walked behind the shadows where the figure stood lazily. Ned felt their gazes but uncaring as he felt the cold stain on the surface of the glass. His fingers caressed the sleek glass, trying to feel Tiathe in his grasp.
Trails of bubbles left her mouth the moment she started to open it. She closed it, then opened it once again. Her eyes only fixed to Ned.
The room lingered quietly amidst the weeping sound of grating gears. All Ned could hear was Tiathe's voice repeated inside his head.
