Bjorn led her guests straight into the dining room, and the scene was so incredibly normal that Sunshine felt a bit nervous about what to expect. The family was already seated, the air thick with the smell of savory spices and the clinking of silverware.
Sunshine and Vortan exchanged a quick, subtle glance. They were like two hawks in a chicken coop, eyes darting from face to face. Which one is the cobra? Sunshine wondered. She scanned the group, trying to find someone who looked like a snake.
So, she wanted to see scales, slitted eyes, a forked tongue...a snake tattoo. Anything that would give away the Master of Information that was hard to pin down.
She saw everyone from a middle-aged, jovial-looking man who kind of resembled a frog to a tiny, elderly female creature with whiskers that dipped into its soup. It was a beautiful, blended mess of species. But none was a snake and none looked like a shadow.
