DARK THOUGHTS

Iris approached Cane and then sat on his lap, as he handed her a small, blue pocket. She opened it and found a few small balls inside.

"What is this?" Iris asked, picked one small ball and smelled it. It didn't have any smell, but when she was about to lick it, Cane stopped her. 

"It's poison," Cane said. He took the small ball and put it back inside the blue pocket. "But, it's not fatal until you mixed it with a certain food."

"Poison?" Iris widened her eyes. "Why did he give me poison?"

However, instead of answering her question, Cane stared at her. 

"Cane?" Iris frowned when she received such intense look from him. "What is it?"

"Haco said you ask for it," Cane blurted it out, because that was what the sorcerer told him. "Now, I want to know why do you need poison?" 

Cane could see a flicker of a complicated thought in her eyes, as she remembered something.