A larval dreg floats gently above the hands of a woman of perhaps, middling status. Could this “waste” have been cast away to be found by her, or perhaps, was it truly born of her? Time will surely tell.
 
With the abstract out of my system, we have something a little bit more mellow. But seemingly continuing on with the theme of characters, this is another one that’s being recycled. Her and her ancestral race were easily my favorite out of all the others and like Twist, I’m already enjoying where their story may be going.