Volume 3 Edits

  7.00

  OLD:

  Taking a sip of the tea, I began what we were here for.

  NEW:

  The tea was unremarkable, bitter, and the tea set appeared handmade. Our cups were amateurish, molded and decorated by childlike fingers, while the kettle and Sister Glascoin’s cup were of slightly better quality, there was clay under her nails.

  7.03

  Cut the actual news headlines.

  7.11

  OLD:

  When I followed back, Utoqa even had the decency of pretending the confrontation never happened, or maybe it genuinely never occurred to him to tell Noam I briefly thought of knocking him out to keep him quiet.

  7.12

  OLD:

  Tai confirmed what the wisp had previously stated, a filled pantry but lean stock, more for filling bellies than anything luxurious. Surprisingly high quality pots though, one of her exes was a potter and she picked up a few things, they kept in touch even after he aged out of her, being a human and all. The pots were colorfully glazed in a way that reflected well off Yellow’s light, some were unglazed and more amateurish, by the small fingerprints it seemed some of the kids partook in arts and crafts.

  NEW:

  Tai confirmed what the wisp had previously stated, a filled pantry but lean stock, more for filling bellies than anything luxurious. Surprisingly high quality pots though, one of her exes was a potter and she picked up a few things, they kept in touch even after he aged out of her, being a human and all. The pots were colorfully glazed in a way that reflected well off Yellow’s light, some were unglazed and more amateurish, by the small fingerprints it seemed some of the kids partook in arts and crafts. She saw the mismatched tea set Sister Glascoin had used to serve them before, kettle expertly crafted, but the cups simple and childish.

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  OLD:

  Without a good reason to refuse, Tai simply nodded, and found herself waiting in the tea room once again. Sister Glascoin brought over a tray and poured her a cup, before nestling into her own seat. Tai watched her take a sip of her tea, before she picked up her own tea cup.

  NEW:

  Without a good reason to refuse, Tai simply nodded, and found herself waiting in the tea room once again. Sister Glascoin brought over a tray and poured her a cup, before nestling into her own seat. Both of their cups were well made. Tai watched her take a sip of her tea, before she picked up her own tea cup.

  7.15 and 7.16

  Moved 7.16 first paragraph to 7.15

  “So, where to next?” Noam asked.

  I rolled a burnt coin between my fingers. “Heads or tails?”

  “Neither of those two are options,” Tai retorted. “I need to get back to my hometown and report the news of my brother’s death. How about you guys?”

  Noam and I shrugged, while Utoqa shook his head. Celine thought for a moment, “I wish to keep traveling to find some people, but I don’t know where they are.”

  “Then heads for Tai, tails for Celine,” I flipped the coin, and caught it on the back of my hand. “Heads! My vote is for Tai”

  “We’re not leaving this to chance,” Tai murmured.

  Grinning, I raised the coin to view, and showed that both sides were charred black by flame, neither side was recognizable from under the soot. Tai frowned slightly in recognition, but didn’t comment.

  “I also vote for Tai,” Celine said. “Yours seems more urgent, since I don’t know where to look, I’m just trying to cover a wide area. Maybe the people I’m looking for are at your hometown.”

  “That’s majority,” Noam scooted out of the driver’s seat. “Lead the way, brave leader of ours.”

  Tai hmphed, “Well I’m glad somebody is finally acknowledging it.”