#flamir

“It was left in the dining room. Don’t you remember reading it during dinner last night?” Flamir grabbed Zepphire’s hand. “C’mon, let’s go. You need to return that book, and I need to find a book on more knife tricks for the next circus performance.” With that, she dragged Zepphire out of their house.

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“Alright, found it.”

After hours of searching the Ravnican library, Flamir found her book, Bloody Brilliant Knife Tricks. With that, she started to search for Zepphire. Eventually, she found him in the science section, focusing all his attention onto a large book. “Found mine. Let’s go.”

“Just a sec.” Zepphire replied, still facing the pages. Flamir plopped down onto the seat next to him. She sat in a comfortable position and started practicing the tricks from the book she found. After a minute or two, she asked again, “We should go now.” Again, she was answered with “Just a sec.” Once again, Flamir started twirling a knife to practice for her next performance.

Half an hour passed and Flamir mastered a new technique. Excited, she shakes Zepphire’s shoulder. “Hey, I learned a new trick! Watch!” She started twirling her knife in complicated directions around her hand and not a single scratch scarred her skin. Zepphire didn’t move from his position.

Infuriated, she stabbed the knife onto the table right next to Zepphire’s hand and declared, “I’m leaving. Have fun going home alone.” He didn’t flinch. With that, Flamir stormed out of the library.

More people filed out of the library as closing hours approach. Zepphire finally closes his book and stretched out in his chair. Next to the tome was the knife, sticking out of the wooden furniture. Zepphire stares at the weapon, confused.

“Now where’s Flamir?”