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The Last Dragonfly
-- EXCERPT: She strode around the fence and out onto the orchard’s ground. The creature in her pocket shifted around and around and a growly squeak sounded. Etoiny lifted a pocket flap and peeked inside. The creature had curled up and growled again at the streak of light shining in. Streaks of weak steam puffed out. “Please give me some space to think,” she told Morem without looking up. “Half a dozen steps, if you please.” “No.” Etoiny snapped her head up at Morem’s response. “I need to know what’s going on with that thing.” He peered at her pocket. “You’ve not been yourself. Sure, you’ve always spent large amounts of time in your room, and this must be difficult for you.” He gestured to the figures walking away from them. “But you’ve brushed off those that care about you, hardly seen the sun, and it’s been two days since you’ve asked me for our daily riddle.” Hurt leached into the last part of his sentence. He bumped her elbow with his fingertips and directed her to a far blossom tree. “I discovered it with you. Don’t you trust me?” He’d not said so many words in one speech in a long time. “Of course, I trust you. I just wanted to figure some things out before I told anyone about it. Before the Science Society’s admittance presentations.” Morem stood straighter. “And have you?” Etoiny glanced at her shuddering pocket. “Not a lot.” “Don’t you think that if the two of us looked, we’d cover more ground? Gather more information?” “Perhaps.” Etoiny drew out the word, thinking hard about Jaya’s actions. “Although, I have cause to believe someone knows and is trying to steal it.” “Well, we won’t let them.” Morem’s rich brown eyes and stoic expression swelled guilt in her chest. 
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