I-1668: Vyno

Previous As the hoses turned back on to rinse soap away from the pelts of the harvest, Icarus watched Vyno turn back to look at Miska and the sprite who still lay on the ground.  “Why is this one out here?” he demanded. “Get them off the floor and back into a cell. Miska, get back to your post. Who the hell is suppose...

Previous The metal grate felt cold against the pads of Icarus’s feet as he stood for his bath. The temperature of the water was less startling each time they bathed him, and though he hadn’t been able to fully come to terms with the idea of another person washing every inch of him, he understood why they did it. He understood a lot more than they probably intended ...

“Asking me why I care about the wellbeing of these children makes me question whether or not you are worth trusting,” Mijhael said as he walked beside Vyno down a long corridor.  The dark-furred nightmare fell silent for a moment, as if considering his next words carefully.  “I suppose I could have worded my question better,” Vyno said. “Children have passed thr...