She gazed into his eyes. No words were said for a while. Then her lips curled. A smile. Soft and cunning.
"My plan is simple, my son. I plan to flip the table."
Silence descended once again inside the kitchen. The only sound came from another group who entered and hurried to load the trays with the bowls.
Despite the legion of questions Hex wished to fire at his mother, seeing the waiters shiver and avoid looking in their direction, amused him.
From their point of view, the little girl was smiling to no one in particular and looking at the dark wall. Hex hadn't undone the Veil of Darkness as he had expected the waiters to come and go at unexpected intervals.
They worked like they expected the shadows to devour them and filed out at speeds that only Knights could display. They even pushed each other. The pain of heated bowls and cuts against the sharp edges of the trays didn't stop them.
"People are funny." His mother laughed once they had gone.
