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I walk into the room where Jonas sits casually leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, finger tips lightly touching. Before he acknowledges me, I see that he is observant, thoughtful but not deep in thought, and wary without being jumpy. He knows I’m there, but chooses not to react for a few moments.
He greets me with a friendly smile and a lift of his chin. I take my seat across from him. He leans back in his chair, a casual lounge, hands resting lightly on his thighs. Waiting to proceed.

What do you do for a living?
I’m a lieutenant in the Quaven army. I help keep Quaver safe from the likes of Turhmosans and Aenuks.

Are any other people living with you? Who are they?
I’ve been living with Aris for the last year. He’s sort of a father figure to me, I guess. He’s kept me out o’ trouble. [a smile that I would be tempted to label ‘cheeky’]

Tell me about your parents. How well do/did you get along with them?
[his face darkens

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A short story featuring Braph

Orinia shuddered as the last critter scuttled down her leg and onto the floor. Her skin still tingled where it had crawled over her, and a trickle of blood seeped from the hole it had left in her arm.

To call them critters was perhaps incorrect, but the name was all she could think of to give the clockwork devices that crawled over her once a week, sometimes less often, sometimes more, pricking her skin with their needle proboscises to drain her blood and carry it in their glass abdomens to the machine that condensed it for— him.

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