Caritas, Friday, Nov. 4
Didi had been off-island for a few days, accompanying Delirium on one of her adventures.
It had gone well. Or about as well as anything did when Del was involved. (Didi could have done without the half-day they'd spent sifting through a marsh bare-handed to find a trinket Del had dropped, which she insisted was the last relic of a long-forgotten invertebrate civilization that had once thrived on a planet far away.) Anyhow, she was back now, with only a few chicken feathers dotting her wavy cloud of hair to show anything had happened at all. It was a relief to go back to dusting the bottles.
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It had gone well. Or about as well as anything did when Del was involved. (Didi could have done without the half-day they'd spent sifting through a marsh bare-handed to find a trinket Del had dropped, which she insisted was the last relic of a long-forgotten invertebrate civilization that had once thrived on a planet far away.) Anyhow, she was back now, with only a few chicken feathers dotting her wavy cloud of hair to show anything had happened at all. It was a relief to go back to dusting the bottles.
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