“Glitching Sparks!” The progeny cursed under her breath. She was
on the top rung of the ladder, but the tome she desired was still out
of reach of the little Asura. “Inconsiderate adult bookahs!” she
muttered as she contemplated her options.
She slid to the
ground, after a moment's calculations, she worked out the most
effective method:
Little feet found footholds on the shelf,
pushing up, climbing with care until she reached her prize. “Got
it!”
“TEEKLA!” Her mother shouted with appalled shock
and reprimand in her tone.
The clone shattered, dropping the
book into Teekla's waiting hands below.
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