“You’re on!” Meea yelled after her, gunning the engine on her bike and flying off in pursuit.
Shartha chuckled and shook his head. “They never slow down, do they?” he joked, waving his good hand to clear the dust from his face.
Matakh laughed along with his friend. “It sure seems that way. Shall we join them, or do you just want to take it slow?”
“Definitely the latter,” Shartha replied. “The shelter’s in the old Thornpeal Building. This way.” With that, the two friends drifted off after their sisters, unsure of what lay ahead of them.
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