My, what a night. Seems I’d been relaying messages and packages for a good part of the evening, got flour on the leather cover of a runebook meant for Grey Holland.
Lindae came in for a spell, seems he has moved into a plot in eastern Golden. Nova is recovering from a bit of a schoolyard brawl with some city boys bearing a grudge from an incident involving Nova’s murder of one of the boy’s sisters.
An Vas Zu, (we call her Annie), came by and joined me in a nice conversation with a lot of gargoyle history that was a nice little break from my needlepoint, though toward the end, Lindae made the comment that he didn’t care for Queen Dawn much at all and something about a yolk-gowned harlot.
I’m not sure Annie caught the idiom.
“Dawn to be destroyer of egg!??”
and a gargoyle fled the Golden Brew to destinations unknown.
To Queen Dawn, you may wish to keep the doors latched tonight, your Grace.
To Annie, let us know if you need bail, dear.
After the excitement, Lindae and I talked of gruesome things and then I slipped upstairs to bed and did a little sewing from the covers. I’m nearly three quarters of the way through my needle-point of the hot air balloon ride that I took with the late husband. Remind me to show you, all.