Inspired by a trailer for a terrible-looking movie
Eev filed out of the dormitory and sat down to eat with the others, rubbing both eyes in an unthinking attempt to wake up just a little more as the noise of the eating hall hammered at her skull. The damp, nutty scent of her mycobroth did little to aid the process. Miky settled down next to her.
“Eat up, or you’re going to be hangry by lunch again,” Miky chided. Eev lolled her head to the right, swept a dark, corkscrew ringlet from her eyes and regarded her younger brother. A few years younger than her, but just as scrawny, and with the same smooth, nut-brown complexion and fine features even though he wasn’t, biologically, “related” to her – so far as she or anyone knew, at least. She grunted acknowledgement but Miky had already turned his face down, intent on slurping his broth before the end of the eating period.
Eev herself only spooned down half of the thick broth before the bell sounded. She stood up from the bench and followed her dorm neighbor, Alc, out of the concrete eating hall. She saw the overcast sky through the high windows but paid no more attention than usual to the banners hanging below the national raven insignia, proclaiming Village 13’s past accomplishments in contests of sporting and intellect – both areas in which Eev excelled, although she wasn’t old enough for individual recognition.
