I actually have clue one for the
meme requests for Falcons' Feathers and Chevalier de Grammont, the remaining many-request stories.
I also appear to have an inkling of clue one for the Trickwood Unification. (dear fuck, it's way more than one novel I could actually start Wild Roses here fuuuuuuck)
Clue One means chunks of jigsaw puzzle, not
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She'd filed a short-term flight plan with the stable they were leaving, and sent a revision to their declared destination that they'd been delayed and were returning to their departure point instead. Theoretically no one was looking their way, but they'd stayed low.
"You comfortable, or should I?" her human asked as they came into sight of the breakwater they'd flagged as best of the list. It was the second-closest location they'd found, and had the best-looking cover to disguise her presence, jumbled stones and rusted metal bones.
"I have it," she replied, lifting her nose just high enough to get a look overtop of the breakwater. There'd been no construction listed for the site in decades, and to her relief it looked like the records were true for once.
She eased herself in slowly, drifting as close as she dared to the stones in the lee of the breakwater before beginning to lower herself down towards the hidden ground.
The tide-line was well back, far enough away that she was setting her feet down into snow; the heat of her melted a fractional layer before it went straight to sublimation, boiling away and wreathing her in icy fog.
She deliberated closed half her eyes, focusing on the proximity alarms and the temperature gauges, the delicate shift of cold stones under her.
"Nicely done," her human murmured as she settled down low over her feet, belly nearly flush with the ground. "Now let's see if that breakwater's as climbable as it looked on the specs."
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i like that bit of muttered praise, after.
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