*Note, particularly because the last two months have been heck as far as updates, I’m not only adding dramatis personae at the end, but also a link to bookfunnel to download “the book so far.” Hey, y’all have a long weekend coming up. You can read up to date! - SAH*
Bedlam With Food Vendors
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Took a moment for my eyes to adjust and my world to stop spinning, and for me to realize that where I’d come through was not in the middle of the insanity, but to the side, behind some trees. Which made perfect sense. I mean, last thing you’d want to do is open a portal into someone. Was that even possible? I’d have to ask.
We were at the edge of looked like a huge festival, where multitudes of people in all sorts of clothes did… from this distance, incomprehensible things. And there were tents and music and--
Peaseblossom looked at me with a disquieting smile. But what he said seemed less than disquieting, “Take your clothes from your pack. I think if we cram them in, they’ll fit in mine?”
“Why? And shouldn’t we be opening a portal to Yanda?”
His disquieting smile broadened. “Nah. We need to let you buy some baking supplies?”
“What?”
“I want you to see what the food vendors have. Maybe you’ll want to bake some stuff.”
“I’ve created a monster.”
The smile became a giggle. “Probably. But also, on the serious side, we should buy some cheese and other things. I’d buy eggs if I thought we could safely transport them, but one of us will have to go to Tarkross for that. Likely Lendir.” At my blink, he shook his head. “Eerlen. The baby. And Lendir too. I suspect, though I can’t tell yet, because the pattern isn’t showing, that he’s not far behind Eerlen.”
“Lendir Almar is—” My mind broke. It was like being told Hercules was broody. Keep in mind that Eerlen Troz did not look precisely effeminate, or even betwixt and between. Just like a really pretty man. But Troz was human size, not “I have an appetite and I’m here to eat Imperial city.” outsized.
Peaseblossom must have missed the reason for my question because he shrugged. “I’m surmising. Just a feeling.”
“Uh. Uh.”
“So we need cheese. And some dried fruit and vegetables wouldn’t hurt. Hard to come by in deep ice, you know? There will be some in the more temperate areas of Erradi, but how many times do we want to go forage?”
“Probably not often. At least not until you guys are healed.”
He nodded and we crammed my cloak and fur clothing into his backpack, which he tied shut. Then he turned towards the area of color and people running around and shouting, and—
“Do you even have money?”
He looked back over his shoulder. “Yes. You should hold my hand.”
“What?”
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