4
WE WALKED HOME over the leafy boulevards of the gamra island. The night air was warm, not as humid as it would be later on, and filled with the squawks of meili in the trees and the rattling of ringgit that had taken up residence in the planter boxes, especially where there were fountains or ponds.
It was quite odd for the nightlife to be so prevalent here, and a sign of how quiet the island was when the assembly was not in sitting.
The question of what it was that made me human, and whether or not you could transition from being human to being Coldi or something else, and if so, whether I had already done this, was one that bothered me at times. Most of the time, I simply made my decisions and acted as I thought was right, and as was right for the situation and the people around me.
