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Funerary Rites 31: Orders
Nov. 28th, 2018 07:59 pm🔑
“I’m just saying, she knows more than she’s saying.”
Ezer was following Senga and Erramun around the house.
This might have been adorable in a normal case, but since Senga was trying to get a moment or seven alone with Erramun, it was growing a little frustrating.
“And I’m saying, of course she does.” Senga checked the back door to the garden - the one in the Sturdy - and found it, too, locked.
Her cousins were fae. They couldn’t enter a house without an invitation, any more than she could. But that wouldn’t stop them from sending an agent, or a team of them, if they thought it would work.
“What do you mean, of course she does?”
read on…
“I’m just saying, she knows more than she’s saying.”
Ezer was following Senga and Erramun around the house.
This might have been adorable in a normal case, but since Senga was trying to get a moment or seven alone with Erramun, it was growing a little frustrating.
“And I’m saying, of course she does.” Senga checked the back door to the garden - the one in the Sturdy - and found it, too, locked.
Her cousins were fae. They couldn’t enter a house without an invitation, any more than she could. But that wouldn’t stop them from sending an agent, or a team of them, if they thought it would work.
“What do you mean, of course she does?”
read on…
