Lia

The second we had a chance to sit down with the elders, I was itching to ask them questions. I had so many things I wanted to say to them. So many things I needed to talk to them about, but before I could even get out so much as a word in edgewise, one of the elders spoke before me.

She stared at me. I balked, wishing she would stop looking at me like this.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I heard a rumor,” the elder said, her voice scratchy like old parchment. “About a ...