“My heart clenches. “I do.”
“What is it?”
He does not know? “I hoped you would have an answer.”
Rokan rubs his chin thoughtfully. “And I the same.”
I shift in my seat, uneasy and yet somehow relieved. Rokan feels the same way I do. I am not just a pregnant female seeing trouble where there is none. Something is wrong…or will be wrong. “I woke up this morning and I felt it,” I tell him. “Subtle, but nagging. Like grit in the eye. I do not know what it is, just that I sense…something on the horizon.” Even now, I feel the slight unease in the air, clinging like smoke.
“Is it your kit?” he asks. “Are you healthy?”
I shake my head. “I can…feel sickness, if that makes sense. My khui feels different around those that are unwell. This feels similar, yet different. So I have been visiting everyone, but no one is sick.
Calm: Ice Planet Barbarians: a Slice of Life Short Story
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