Patterns on the Parquetry Floor

14,943. Chugging along, chugging along. Break now, eat dinner, watch an episode of the Mandalorian with Kevin, and then another scene or two before bed, hopefully.


A horrible sound echoed through the room, a sort of ghastly HONK, and I felt a stiff breeze, and the rustling of great wings – and then I am embarrassed to admit that I cried out! Not out of fear, of course, but overcome by pain, because something had taken a bite out of my palm, snatching away the tiara in the process. When the lights finally came up again, they found me standing bereft, blood dripping off my hand and making artistic patterns on the parquetry floor.


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