Pup #342

Firdausi Opal keeps to no faction and works The Yard as an Afghan who is the kind of pup whose silence makes the room get nervous. At sunset Firdausi Opal sits by the coastal towers and hums to a wheel that everyone agrees has opinions until the wind returns the favor. On busy market days Firdausi Opal carries a glass jar lantern that flickers with old light like a small flag, and stallkeepers nod as it passes. Firdausi Opal believes ordinary days are where big mysteries hide, usually under a bowl or behind a door nobody checked.