Condensation

Friends for life.

Nope, I just joined! Has asked me a question on Ask Connie For Advice.

No, I don't believe that it's impossible to know objective truth. After all, we know that there is no air breathable by humans in the area of space around Earth.

Thank you! You rock too. I am so happy, there wasn't swim team today so I got to sleep in until 10:30! Last night, I had to put down Flashback so that I could go to sleep.

That is awesome. Good job!

"Do we need to find her?"

Thanks. That is intriguing.

Great!

What question?

"Is there anything we could have done to stop it?"

Herate stood up quickly. "What? How could that happen?"

And now one of them is cheering on the others. Yep, definitely getting out of here. Noche settles on a branch, prepared to climb higher if she has to. Luz strolls out of the portal, dancing to a music only he can hear. Well... my usual company isn't any less crazy. Noche waves her arms, calling Luz's attention to her. He strolls through the center of the clump of ghosts, walking right through some of them, then climbs up to her. "Hi," he says. "What are you doing up here?" "Hiding from the ghosts. You? It's obvious that you don't have to." "Well, I'm keeping you company, of course! You wouldn't want to be all alone in this creepy forest filled with ghosts that will kill you!" Noche smiles wearily. "One of these days you're going to have to tell me what it is that protects you from everything around you. It's a new Aviar, right?" "I never reveal my secrets, little sister." "Yeah, that's what I thought. Would it be able to protect both of us?" "Well, yes, but you'd have to do something first. And you don't want to do the thing, it's pretty bad. I didn't enjoy it at all." "Hmm. Promise me you'll tell me someday?" "Yes. When you're ready." Noche looked at the people fighting below. "I should probably let them know that it's safe up here, huh." Luz looks at her and smiles. "You read my mind." "Hey!" calls Noche. "It's safe up here, you can come up!"

Noche scrambled farther up the tree.

Herate took a big sniff of the soup and looked away, her eyes watering slightly. Yep, just like Mom used to make.

Herate accepts a bowl, taking a hand-carved wooden spoon out of her pack.

Yeah, sorry. I guess I put my feelings on you, because I usually like it when people tell me what's wrong with my art. I totally understand that though, and I won't do it again.