‘Psht, Appa!’ I whistled near Appa’s ears, clutching his palms with both of mine. Appa stood perplexed for seconds before he turned around. Eyebrows knitted and lips curved a little downwards, he raised the left brow in a questioning manner.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see Amma giving me dirty looks. (Now what, nagging woman? I’m just talking to Appa. Is it one of your “don’t dos” too? I wanted to yell. However, the flashes of dark dungeons and hard labour had somehow tied my tongue.) I chose to ignore her. Instead, I focused on Appa, my only lifeline in the world of unknowns.
‘What happened to them?’ I asked, pointing at the family of demons who was greeting Amma and Sebastian with friendly smiles. My cousin, Wicca, was the only one who’d detached herself from the party.
