Meeting the in-laws
((Timed to the day all these wacky marriage shenanigans began.))
Charles’s sister, it transpired, had been assigned a tent just a short stretch of grass away. (The nearest map, on the other hand, was all the way on the other side of whatever that strange thing with the swan boats thought it was, and took a little finding.) Dale couldn’t help but stare at the tents all around them, and especially the one she and Charles had exited - they all looked so tiny, and yet when she’d been inside it had been easily the size of a modest house. What was the appropriate phrase here? ‘A wizard did it’?
She could reach the roof, for crying out loud. And she waved her hand over it, just to make sure - yep, thin air.
A resigned expression crept onto her face. Magic. She was never going to get used to it.
The tent opposite theirs was identical, except for the noises coming from within: the breaths and bodies of two people, Dale estimated, one slow and steady with sleep and the other decidedly less than ecstatic. Dale glanced at Charles and then knocked on the tent’s flap, half-expecting the canvas to sound solid like a house’s wooden door. It made a damp little sound instead.
Charles’s sister, it transpired, had been assigned a tent just a short stretch of grass away. (The nearest map, on the other hand, was all the way on the other side of whatever that strange thing with the swan boats thought it was, and took a little finding.) Dale couldn’t help but stare at the tents all around them, and especially the one she and Charles had exited - they all looked so tiny, and yet when she’d been inside it had been easily the size of a modest house. What was the appropriate phrase here? ‘A wizard did it’?
She could reach the roof, for crying out loud. And she waved her hand over it, just to make sure - yep, thin air.
A resigned expression crept onto her face. Magic. She was never going to get used to it.
The tent opposite theirs was identical, except for the noises coming from within: the breaths and bodies of two people, Dale estimated, one slow and steady with sleep and the other decidedly less than ecstatic. Dale glanced at Charles and then knocked on the tent’s flap, half-expecting the canvas to sound solid like a house’s wooden door. It made a damp little sound instead.