WeepingWisteria

"I'm made of stone." Ki cringed. Thirty-six words was not a good place to be. "Have you never heard of a subterra before?" Subterra were native to Africa, but if ...

"Periodic table?" Twenty-four. "I've never heard of that." Then again, subterras were never known to get the best education in the British underground. School usually consisted of British guards teach

Ki shook their head. "I've never seen a shirt like that before." Seventeen words. "Is it an American style?" Twenty-two. The most words he had ever spoken in a day ...

Ki nodded, trying their best to not look anywhere that allowed them to see a speck of sky. Right now, that meant staring at this child’s (for he was much ...

“Be more specific, Sadie. What’s here?” Emily cocked her head to the side, smile unwavering. “Clear communication allows others to be their perfect selves.”

Ki clenched their fists, barely avoiding drawing one of their swords. “I’m fine.” That made nine words that he had spoken thus far. That number left a bitter tinge in ...

Emily nodded. “We often have pairs, so it was an easy arrangement.”

“There are no cameras in the dorms. The observation stage is over.” Emily led them into a hallway that seemed to stretch on forever. She opened the seventh door on ...

Emily walked down the hallway, leading them to the dormitories alongside Meyer. “We prepare them to make you as comfortable as possible.” Alex smoothed their hair. “What does that mean?”

Ki shook their head. “Ukayans are the aliens.” They needed to find a way down, or a reason why they suddenly found themself on a glass bridge above a broken ...

“We were preparing your rooms, remember?” Emily closed the door behind them with a loud click. “We don’t keep our dormitories pre-prepared. Reports have said that it makes newcomers uncomforta

Alex got out and followed Sadie, slightly hunched behind her. Emily opened the door for them again. “We’ll lead you to the dormitories, and leave you to get settled. Michael ...

Alex shook their head. “No. Thank you, though.” Emily pulled up to the facility. “Alright, we’re here.”

“Your foresight has seen considerable improvement, then.” Emily’s half-smile didn’t change, but her perpetually mildly pleased tone made enough sense to make her seem less robotic for the time

Emily hummed. “I suppose your lack of calculations is a plan in itself. No margin of error.”