Pei Wende goes on a journey and picks up two companions along the way. AKA Pei Wende (and his relationship) through the eyes of an outsider.
It’s been coming up on two weeks since they met up with him she can count the number of words that he’s said on one hand, not counting repetitions.
Even when they’d first met and she’d greeted him with a cheery, “I heard from a mutual friend that we may have aligning goals.”
All he’d said in reply was, “En.” before throwing his things over his shoulder and gesturing for the two of them to follow.
“It’s fucking weird,” She hisses to her cousin. “I don’t understand how someone can go so long without talking.”
“Of course you can’t.” Waien teases, giving her a gentle shove with her shoulder. “I don’t know that you can manage fourteen minutes, much less almost fourteen days.”