The Ragna River

The next morning.

We went down to the dining hall on the first floor, where the smell of toasted bread and meat hung in the air.

In the morning light streaming through the windows, Luna was already nearly finished with her second piece of bread.

"You're quick."

"What am I quick at?"

"Eating."

"After all the running around we did yesterday, of course I'm hungry."

She reached for a third piece.

Felicia laughed.

"You ate quite a lot last night, too."...