October 30, 2015 by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Enrie had to get rid of Riensin. She still wasn’t entirely sure what was going on and that meant that she didn’t dare share it with more people than just her team. “We should get out of here. He may have left the door open, but that won’t stop Pelnyen from getting us in trouble. He’s already looking for any reason after that lovely stunt we all pulled.”
She could see Riensin beginning to nod, but Taikie shook her head.
“You said ‘Eureka.’ Come on, Enrie, I know that face. That’s the face I made before I got my head bashed in.”
“You got your head bashed in?” Riensin looked suddenly worried. “Nobody said anything about that!”
“Well, I wouldn’t want them to go around saying ‘Taikie got in a fight with a wrench and lost,’ would you?” Taikie shook her head. “Come on Enrie. No more secrets. Saydrie is keeping enough of those for all of us.”
“Wait, what?” Saydrie looked up from the paper he’d been perusing. “I’m not keeping any secrets.”
“Oh, like you’re not meeting privately with the other Bitrani and whispering about plans with them! I’m sick of it, you wandering off with Bitrani, Enrie wandering off doing royal stuff. We’re supposed to be a team!”
“How did you know about my meetings? They were private!”
Enrie looked back and forth between the two of them. “Guys…”
“Guys,” Riensin echoed. “Perhaps we don’t want to have this argument here.”
“I don’t want to have an argument at all!” Taikie stomped her foot. “I want us to act like a team again, a proper team!”
“Does that include spying on me?” Saydrie set down his stack of papers. “Taikie, I thought you trusted me.”
“How can I trust you when you’re sneaking off?”
“I wasn’t sneaking off!” He pulled his shoulders back and stood up straight, glaring down at Tairiekie. “I was going to meet with my friends!”
“They didn’t sound all that friendly!”
“Guys?” Riensin hissed it loudly. “Hey, guys, keep it down.” He glanced out the door.
“Why were you listening? If you thought we sounded so unfriendly?”
“Because I was worried about you! And I was just in the Engineering building and there you were!” Taikie took a step backwards, clutching her pile of ancient papers. “I wasn’t spying.”
“Guys.” Riensin’s voice had gone pleading. “We might technically be in the right here, but that’s only very technically. We probably don’t want to get caught in here, okay?”
Saydrie seemed to shrink down. “Right. We can worry about this later. What were you saying, Enerenarie?”
Enrie wrinkled her nose. “I was saying ‘Eureka.’ And the rest of that sentence should wait until we’re not in an instructor’s private office. Taikie, can I see the papers you found?”
They had already moved quite a few things. If Pelnyen had some sort of order in his piles, he might suspect he’d been ransacked. And if he suspected that, he’d suspect them.
“Let’s see. There’s this thesis, and then there’s a couple slips of Pelnyen’s notes. And then this, here… Hunh. This isn’t about the All-Thought School at all. It looks like it was bound into the wrong set of folios.”