Day 135. Year 3000.
"Why are you spacing out?"
At the dinner table, Celia was playing with the green pea on her plate, with a fork.
"Something is different..."
One of the tines impaled the pea, slicing it in two.
"What does that mean?"
Celia sighed and looked at the watch on the wall.
"Ever since master punished Gawain, he has been acting like a stranger."
Faye was asking these questions because she feared that the punishment might have had some adverse effects on the boy. If it was serious, she could take it up with Joan.
"I don't follow. Is he slacking off on his training? Or is it an underlying behavior issue?"
She left the fork on her plate.
"None of those. On the contrary, he has been going all out. As if something is driving him forward. As for his behavior, nowadays, he has been very...quiet."
"And how is that wrong?"
