Nari scratched three words onto the inside of her wrist with a burnt matchstick, pressing until the letters bit. Water, left, panic, in that order, since her notes always listed the thing she feared most at the top.
"Let's check first," she whispered, ears pinned flat as the shaft above the bell began to glitter.
Rumi was already airborne before the whisper finished leaving her mouth.
Seam sang open in her sister's fist, a bright slit hanging in the rising water like a cut curtain. Rumi stepped through laughing, leaving Nari's stomach to drop straight down through the soles of both her bare feet.
'Of course. She jumped before I finished the sentence, she will apologise after the fight.'
"Everybody through the slit, now," Hajin barked, scooping Nyra under one arm as the roof creaked overhead.
Loccy hugged the candle stub to her chest, "Where does it lead?"
