#calys

‘Would you like an apple? I get them by the bushel from the market, on the rare occasions I seek the sun, such as it is. Nothing better than a good apple, I always say.’ He held it out to her. ‘A vice, I admit, but only a little one.’ Calys took the apple and stared at it, as if she had never seen one. He smiled and gestured. ‘You eat it,’ he said. ‘I know what an apple is.’ ‘Just checking. Some experiences are not universal, I have discovered. For instance, I had never seen a megalofin, until after my reforging. And then I was eaten by one.’ Calys choked and stared at him.