''So, my brother went on a trip, right?" Leah drawled before she continued, ''He brought back a blanket with him.''
"_"
''What about it? He must have liked it,'' Sybella was immediately disinterested.
''That's the point. It just seems like another ordinary blanket but I caught him staring at it in a daze. He doesn't even use it but still it is there, sitting on his couch. And he scolded me when I touched it accidentally.''
"That's a little strange,'' Amara remarked.
''Just a little?" Leah looked at her in disbelief.
''Or maybe it is not that strange. Writers have their oddities. They can do anything and everything just for a little inspiration, from what I have heard,'' Sybella said.