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Zanar: 

“Of course it is. You mean you don’t do this every Thursday?” a female voice asked sarcastically.

Zanar, after several moments of thrashing, managed–somehow–to flip himself over and meet the girl’s gaze. Or maybe “young woman” would’ve been better than “girl.” Zanar wasn’t exactly sure since she looked about sixteen, and he had no idea what that age qualified as.

“I mean,” she continued, “who wouldn’t want to be bitten and scratched by supernatural, green-blooded beasts, almost fall down a bottomless abyss, get locked in a room and forced to pick out half to die, under the threat of being dropped to our death and the half that stayed behind was– what was it again, Gav?”

“I believe the castle threatened to squash us, but it didn’t quite follow through,” a young man answered, almost dryly. He reminded Zanar of the strangely-dressed young woman, and the Skyinian wondered if they were related.

“Yes, that. What’s not to love? We have fun here!”  she said, saracism dripping from every word.

“I’m Gavril and that’s my little sister and the greatest pest that has ever graced this earth, Liorah,” Gavril said.

Gavril and Liorah said something more to each other, but Zanar was too  distracted by the oddity of the situation to register it.

“Actually,” Zanar said to Liorah, “I do this every Monday, not Thursday. So hopefully you can excuse my initial confusion.” He flashed a friendly grin in her direction before his attention was yanked away by a blonde guy, who seemed to be rivaling Liorah in the who-can-have-more-fun-before-we-all-die! contest.

“Normal is subjective!” the blondie hollered. “What’s normal to a spider is chaos to a fly!”

Zanar was just trying to work out the meaning of that when, unable to control the direction of his floating body, he bumped into the wall. Copying the others, he braced his feet against it and pushed off, flipping and spinning. He grinned as he thought how much Luminar would’ve loved this. And with that, his smile instantly melted off his lips and might as well have puddled onto the floor.

Luminar. Why, why, did Zanar ever insist on exploring the rain drainage sewers? He wished he hadn’t spun away from the wall because his fist was itching to punch something. Drawing a deep breath so the others wouldn’t see his facial turmoil, he decided to respond to Blondie, who was gleefully jumping off walls.

“Wait–I assuming that means I’m the fly….so who’s the spider in this situation?” Zanar twisted around until he faced Blondie.