The midday sun hangs lazily overhead, beating down on the rooftops of Husk Horn like a drunkard pounding a tavern table. A breeze tries to slither through the narrow streets but barely stirs the air by the time it reaches the porch of a small, charmingly crooked house, which creaks beneath the weight of rest and heat.
Vuvi and Veena sit at a makeshift reception desk, really just an old door propped on two crates, fanning themselves slowly with decorative hand-fans they won in a card game two nights ago.
Penelo lies sprawled across the floorboards in a dramatic pose of defeat, groaning, "I'm melting..."
Ka'Lula sits beside her, legs swinging back and forth as she sips a bottle of the local speciality, some kind of fizzy fruit soda. "You said that yesterday," she chirps.
Penelo only whines louder in response.
Two teenagers pass the property and come to a full stop, staring at Ka'Lula with wide eyes and dropped jaws.
