Sensitive Negotiations, B-side: Part 1
Her fingers sift through the loam, brushing over papery skin. She pushes further, cupping the whole of an orbia bulb, feeling the small fissures between pieces.
“There, do you see?” Shirayuki pulls back, gesturing for the novice to try as well. He’s just about Ryuu’s age when they met, eyes the large, limpid brown common among Lyrias folk. “Just like that.”