Aftermath
Bjorke was as out of place in Mabon’s home as a murloc at a state dinner. She felt about as clumsy as one, as well, with all the knickknacks on the verge of tipping over from her puzzled glances. It hadn’t been like this last time she was here, and the weekly reports didn’t mention the sheer volume of… of… things.
“This is so exciting, so many visitors at once!” Mabon hugged Bjorke, who merely stood there, stiffly, as if moving might upset the delicate balance of the sitting room.
Once released, she smiled at Mabon. “I just need to speak with Truitt for a bit. How about you whip us up one of your famous meals, eh?” Read the rest of this entry »
