⏳• The air swept through the streets of the undercity, blowing whatever dust hid itself in small crevices up and into view, giggled echoing from wandering children as their parents covered their eyes to prevent them from getting it in their eyes.

“Cmon mylo— don’t be dumb,” Claggor chastised his younger, scrawnier but stupider brother. “Gert is bush working. you should be too.”

Powder rolled her eyes at her brothers antics, giving a small smile to Isha, who was staring up at her, begging to be picked up.