Thirty Five

“What'd you say?”

Gerey asked, fully diverting his attention to the Jeyrin - the brownie whose eyes were wide and shining from below the table.

“A tyronimic. It's coming - fast. In my world, we are trained to use our acute smell detection to keep safe. We can tell tyronimics from, Certoana, Xaryan and other - beasts, to the ones that crawl to ones that fly.”

A tyronimic was coming. Gerey heard Jeyrin perfectly well this time around. He turned to survey the vicinity.

A woman - who was getting frustrated, was pointing at a colour book to her daughter who had no interest, “I said pink.” Not far from the woman and her daughter was a family - the mother and two daughters having ridiculously large dotted bows hanging from their light brown hair making them look like gifts waiting to be unwrapped. The father was picking books on arithmetic for them with a scowl on his face.

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