By the time Cierra got home, she was exhausted. They had spent hours after her aunt and uncle arrived spooning pork and celery into jiǎozi skins, squeezing them closed with their fingers. Plate after plate had been filled while her grandmother boiled enough for dinner; the rest were thrown in the freezer for easy cooking later in the week.
Having fed Cid and said goodnight to everyone, she picked Cid up and went to upstairs to her room. All she wanted to do was sleep, but for the first time she dreaded the idea of going to bed. Where would she end up tonight? Who would she have to watch die?
She fingered the bracelet on her wrist, she had to get vengeance, which meant she needed to find the transformer right away. She also had an appointment to keep with Baaqir though nothing about West Mountain intrigued her now. It was just a place to go fight beasts now that she had Freya's tears, and the idea of fighting again tonight made Cierra's stomach tighten.
