The Wanderers

Andrev blinked, suspicious, when Kana smiled at him.

“Your reindeer love you. You take good care of them,” she said.

“Thanks,” Andrev said. She could tell that by looking at them? Something about the cheerful light in her eyes was...off. Was she mad?

She reached out. “Let me see your eyes.” She went to push his hair out of his face.

He recoiled.

“Kana, don’t run off.” A man trotted toward them, smiling apologetically. “Don’t worry - she’s harmless.”

“I’m sure,” Andrev said.

The man offered a hand. “I’m Rastaban of the Wanderers.”

Andrev’s eyes widened. The Wanderers were here.