[center][h1]Chapter 7[/h1]
[sub]A Lonely Tale[/sub][/center]

	Lark pulled Jenso over to the chair he'd sat in before, and Pij fluttered about on the table, eager to see the result of whatever the heck the two were doing outside. Lark nodded to the bird, and she immediately quieted down. "Sorry, kid. Kinda lost myself for a moment there," Lark said quietly, sitting across the table from Jenso. "Brave of you to try and attack despite a lack of any opening. 'Course, if that were a real fight, you'd be [i]dead[/i], even against somebody with the same speed as you."