“Kondor crossed the pitch and shook hands with Dresmanden. It had been quite a match, and Kondor could not believe the result. He kept looking at the scoreboard board thinking the scorekeeper must have that exactly backwards. 3-1 in favor of the Mimes? Unbelievable. They actually could pick up the ball. They even through a pass that was completed for a touchdown.

Turning to the locker room, he actually heard a screech. It came for one of the mimes. Aimee had broken her vow of silence. Very understandable as her ankle seemed to be pointed at her arse. Not a normal position for anyone.

Still, it was the one thing the other mimes would not allow. The initial look of shock heated to anger, and then faded to remorse. They turned their back on her and refused to acknowledge her existence. Here hobbled and egregious exagerated gestures were met with a blind eye, and Aimee eventually left the room with tears removing years of pancake makeup in neat little irrigation rows.

With that she was gone, and the normal silence returned to the locker room.”