Chapter Nineteen
Some time later, Teyo sat comfortably tucked up in a storage cupboard near the heart of Bron’s airship. It was primarily used for storing cleaning equipment, judging from the plethora of scrubbing, mopping and polishing accoutrements between which Teyo was now nestled. In his lap lay half of a blanket; his hands were busy knitting the rest. He was using a particularly soft yarn dyed rose, peach and pale gold: sunset colours. Just looking at it was restful.
No one had assigned him a cabin. Bron had said, very coldly, that the rest of Serena’s team had not been invited aboard precisely because there was no space. Looking at the size of the ship, Teyo doubted it. Bron apparently harboured some kind of ill-will towards the three subordinate members of Serena’s team, and perh
