The Snow Plain Train was speeding across the dark ice plain, and Afu Jiala was crouching in her compartment, shaping her Immortal Ink into various forms.
Ever since Hidden Moon left, she had always felt a bit down.
Train Captain Yodun had a generation gap with her, and the other attendants had no topics in common with her. Ingort was gone, Hidden Moon left, and Macall stayed in Jiuxia. Ybur was still on the train, but spent all day napping. Afu Jiala knew Ybur wasn't ignoring her, just busy with other things.
But this feeling was really terrible.
