Bagbean—Nyah's Literatures

Nyah sets down her oversized bag in the snow beside her. The bag looked as if it was taller than herself and bulging at the seams no less. She leans down over the brim to reach for something, digging around for some time while Ficus watched awkwardly, waiting for her to extract herself. Suddenly her long tail twitched, tailtip flicking happily, and Nyah’s front half reappeared from the bag as she pulled out a scuffed brown book triumphantly.

“Aha!” She proclaims.

She dusts herself off before grabbing her bag once again and adjusting its straps slightly.

“Now,” she says, glancing around the icy landscape, “does anyone know where a cold Bagbean can get a nice hot cup of cocoa around here?”