His Captive Mate
Maggie taps on the doorframe,
“Knock, knock. I have magic tea and some blue rope. Time to dream-walk, people.” Maggie’s smiling and holds a small tray with two mugs of tea and a length of blue rope, about two centimetres thick, with golden threads woven through it. It has brass bands around the ends to stop the rope from fraying. She turns to George, “Are you going to watch over us as we sleep, or are you going to your own room once we’re set?” He looks at Celine,
“I’d like to keep an eye on you for a while at least, if that’s okay with both of you?” Maggie nods,
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