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<p>Her eyes were drawn to a clothing
Her eyes were drawn to a clothing store that had an amazing cloak in the window. It was black, but seemed to shimmer with iridescence and had slashes with inset red details. She stood with her nose against the glass for more than a minute before being irresistibly drawn into the shop. (2/6) #wss366
<p>Heather walked down Mercantile
Heather walked down Mercantile Street looking in shop windows. Deepmooring, being a large seaport, had a fantastic variety of imported goods the like of which she'd never seen before. There was exotic furniture, mouthwatering candies, finely-worked leather goods, and so much more. (1/6) #wss366
<p>Brundhilde counted twice to make
Brundhilde counted twice to make sure.
"That's strange," she said. "Lambda only has four toes."
"Lambda is a dog."
"But you kinda look like a dog."
"I beg your pardon!" he said.
"If I fly high enough," Forrest said. "You both look like insects." (2/2) #wss366
<p>After dinner, she wrote for a while
After dinner, she wrote for a while in her journal. But she soon fell asleep.
She awoke to find herself being carried to bed.
"Did you see?" she yawned.
"I did!" Kasseh said. "We will have to celebrate tomorrow."
"Tomorrow…" Cecelia echoed, and fell back to sleep in Kasseh's arms. (3/3) #wss366
<p>When she arrived, she peeked into
When she arrived, she peeked into the jewelry shop. She could see at once that Kasseh was in one her manic phases, hyperfocused on whatever it was she was working on. Cecelia sighed and quietly slipped upstairs. She recut the stem, put the rosebud in a vase, and set it on the table. (2/3) #wss366