The-Cheshire-Cats

     The strong smell that clung in the air as they walked reminded Narcissa faintly of a soggy field after rain or of a swamp and mingled with the musk of some of the passersby. The concrete paths winding around the sections of the town bore too many cracks to count, weeds, grass, and flowers poking through.    The silence that existed between her and her newest allies had nothing to do with a lack of topics to discuss, shyness, or even the other Alyss’s inability to speak. The girl and the tall Black Knight simply had no desire to socialize with her or the Cat. Her and her flygja’s company was tolerated out of necessity to enh