...Well, this was a mess.
Lin Sanjiu lay motionless and rigid on the rooftop, cursing under her breath and praying the morning wind would stay calm. She could feel the four tea brothers squirming restlessly in her pocket, though for what reason, she had no idea. She couldn't say a word right now and could only hope the movement of the fabric of her pocket wasn't also being projected.
After all, she couldn't afford for anyone to notice anything out of the ordinary.
"How much longer do we have to be squished in here?" a tiny voice piped up through the fabric. "Hey, can you hear us? Why are you ignoring us?"
She could hear them, of course, but she couldn't speak or move.
