Nikola wandered through the busy streets of town at noon, trying to find something interesting to do. Carefully weaving through the crowds, he turned a corner and suddenly froze when they heard a small, high, familiar voice: “Hey!! Don’t squish Hosta!!”
“Ortega?” Nikola looked down and saw the little orange lumendra and her pet boosha, Hosta, staring up at him. Ortega did not look pleased. “...My apologies...
