Chapter 10. Macaria
Today a most entertaining thing occurred. As we were traveling, Kelson, Kenji, and I overheard a very heated Minya argument—my first. Kenji informed me that it happens rather frequently, and so we ignored it. However, moments later it became impossible to ignore when a Minya was hurled through the air and hit me smack-dab on the side of the face. It was difficult not to laugh as this little Minya indignantly shook his fist toward the forest from whence he’d come, then latched onto my collar, refusing to leave. He calls himself September.
I was not surprised when he almost immediately decided he preferred everyone else to me, and I’ve given him to Kenji for safe keeping. Perhaps permanently.
Minyas.
I’m afraid I’ll never like them.
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