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| Her family may be lost to her. But she’s got another one waiting back home. | Her family may be lost to her. But she’s got another one waiting back home. | ||
| - | =====Top Three Rules for a Perfect Runaway**===== | + | =====Top Three Rules for a Perfect Runaway===== |
| //by someone who’s gotten very good at it// | //by someone who’s gotten very good at it// | ||
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| **Rule #2: Choose a Partner Who Makes the Risk Worth It** | **Rule #2: Choose a Partner Who Makes the Risk Worth It** | ||
| - | //Runaways are easier alone, but only at first. You can run alone. You probably will, at least once. | + | //Runaways are easier alone, but only at first. You can run alone. You probably will, at least once.// |
| - | But if you’re planning to go far—really far—then runaways are better with company. | + | //But if you’re planning to go far—really far—then runaways are better with company.// |
| - | But not just anyone. Someone who can run, too. Preferably faster.// | + | //But not just anyone. Someone who can run, too. Preferably faster.// |
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| **Rule#3 Bring What You Can Lie About** | **Rule#3 Bring What You Can Lie About** | ||
| - | //The things you carry will answer before your mouth does. Even names are dangerous. Especially names. Travel light. Run fast. You never pack too much.// | ||
| + | //The things you carry will answer before your mouth does. Even names are dangerous. Especially names.// | ||
| - | The first time, she didn’t mean to run. Half a piece of gum. Half a biscuit, meant to be shared. | + | //Travel light. Run fast. You never pack too much.// |
| - | Spare change in her pocket. A black ribbon in her hand. The Resistance thought she was a street kid. She told them her real name. That was the mistake. | + | |
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| + | The first time: Half a piece of gum. Half a biscuit, meant to be shared. Spare change in her pocket. A black ribbon in her hand. The Resistance thought she was a street kid. She told them her real name. That was the mistake. | ||
| The second time, half a sandwich, two forged stamps, one coin. The window was closer than the door, and the lantern was already falling, and by the time she turned back, the ribbon was already burning. So was her name. | The second time, half a sandwich, two forged stamps, one coin. The window was closer than the door, and the lantern was already falling, and by the time she turned back, the ribbon was already burning. So was her name. | ||
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| Gwawrddur, probably. She recognises the way the strings settle. The melody skips upward, light on its feet. It sounds like an invitation, the kind of adventure story Réka used to dream of. | Gwawrddur, probably. She recognises the way the strings settle. The melody skips upward, light on its feet. It sounds like an invitation, the kind of adventure story Réka used to dream of. | ||
| - | She lingers a little longer, watching the light catch on the water. The sparrows burst into flight. Réka follows them with her eyes, watches them vanish between patched sails and rising steam. When she climbed | + | She lingers a little longer, watching the light catch on the water. The sparrows burst into flight. Réka follows them with her eyes, watches them vanish between patched sails and rising steam. When she climbs |
| - | “Mal,” Réka whispered, breathless. “Let’s go somewhere. Anywhere.” | + | “Mal,” Réka whispers, breathless. “Let’s go somewhere. Anywhere.” |
| “Window again? | “Window again? | ||
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| “You should leave a note,” Malorie says, sitting up. “Or Fürge will worry.” | “You should leave a note,” Malorie says, sitting up. “Or Fürge will worry.” | ||
| - | “Then I'd better think hard about what to write,” Réka muttered, already reaching for her satchel. She starts packing without thinking, darting across the room, getting a bit too much of everything. The pile is already far beyond what Rule #3 would’ve allowed. //(So much for traveling light.)// | + | “Then I'd better think hard about what to write,” Réka mutters, already reaching for her satchel. She starts packing without thinking, darting across the room, getting a bit too much of everything. The pile is already far beyond what Rule #3 would’ve allowed. //(So much for traveling light.)// |
| - | She paused | + | She pauses |
| - | “Where’s my glasses?” she asked, mid-chaos. | + | “Where’s my glasses?” she asks, mid-chaos. |
| - | Malorie | + | Malorie |
| - | But when she turns around again, the cat is curled up on the windowsill, dozing in a patch of early sunlight. Her bag's halfway packed beside her. Her ears flick at a breeze, then go still. | + | When she turns around again, the cat is curled up on the windowsill, dozing in a patch of early sunlight. Her bag's halfway packed beside her. Her ears flick at a breeze, then go still. |
| “Of course you’d fall asleep like this,” Malorie smiles. | “Of course you’d fall asleep like this,” Malorie smiles. | ||
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| Perhaps it’s just a morning whim. | Perhaps it’s just a morning whim. | ||
| - | Malorie watches her for a while longer. For now, let her sleep. She thinks. After all, there was no rush. The sun isn’t all the way up. There’s plenty of day left. | + | Malorie watches her for a while longer. For now, let her sleep. She thinks. After all, there' |
| The world will still be waiting when she wakes. | The world will still be waiting when she wakes. | ||
| - | // Written by Xinyi L.// | + | //Written by Xinyi L.// |