Kalai
The dining hall was almost empty at dinner, just like many nights now. Only, Suhhadi and I were there, and we happened to bring with us our toddlers this time. I was happy to see them. But knowing they were almost the victims of the cruel ketzui, the rage for that shifter who was behind it would always resurface. Until I’ll learn who did it, I wouldn’t be at peace. What if that same shifter would do it again in the future? More eggs would be in danger, and more mothers would be separated from their offspring. As a mother, I could feel their pain. There’s nothing like the loss of a child.
I tried to memorize the names Suhhadi gave to her twelve adopted children. In return, I introduced Hyakka
