The Lost Summer Ball at the Kristala was just a few hours away, and Nadia got 'sick'. According to her, she caught a cold the night before, when we went for a walk around town. I found the timing of her cold very convenient. She had been in the North for weeks, but just then she fell ill.
Strange…
"Are you sure you are sick?" I asked suspiciously, then touched her forehead, "You don't even have a fever."
"Yes, I feel very bad," she assured, lying on the bed.
"Nadia, tell me the truth, why don't you want to go to the Lost Summer ball?"
She avoided my gaze and bit her lip.
I insisted.
"Nadia?"
"It's just... I just don't want to go to the ball anymore."
"I understand."
The truth is that I did understand. Since the walk the night before, I noticed that my sister was very thoughtful. I think the words of hate and discrimination that we all heard during our walk affected Nadia in some way.
