The dragon from the night before was no longer in the ticket booth. She had been replaced by a more familiar, less friendly face: Istas, who was sitting calmly behind the glass, stitching another layer of lace onto the edge of her parasol as she waited for a paying customer to demand her attention. Verity rapped on the edge of the booth. She lifted her head and frowned, eyes narrowing.
( Why are you on the ground? )
[Continuing on the adaptation of Midnight, Blue-Light Special by Seanan McGuire. Preplayed and coded with
firstofitskind, who is a dreamboat. NFI, NFB.]
[Continuing on the adaptation of Midnight, Blue-Light Special by Seanan McGuire. Preplayed and coded with
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