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[GP] Check-in Day
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st_rikingblueeyesTwo years.
When Corbie had her first anniversary at the inn, it had stalked behind her with such slow, certain dread that she had hardly been able to face the day. This second year had crept up so quietly that she hadn't noticed it until it was upon her, until she sat stitching in the sunlight. Maybe it was because she'd been too worried about Jackson to focus on moping.
The repair she was making was unnecessary. She'd torn the hole in this skirt herself. But she was sure she'd figured out the delicate work she needed to pull it off. With each stitch she made the hole didn't close, but vanish beneath a very minor illusion she put and anchored to the cloth through the thread. When she was done, neither sight nor touch should reveal any damage had ever been done.
Was this as much of an accomplishment as it felt? She thought it was pretty nifty.
When Corbie had her first anniversary at the inn, it had stalked behind her with such slow, certain dread that she had hardly been able to face the day. This second year had crept up so quietly that she hadn't noticed it until it was upon her, until she sat stitching in the sunlight. Maybe it was because she'd been too worried about Jackson to focus on moping.
The repair she was making was unnecessary. She'd torn the hole in this skirt herself. But she was sure she'd figured out the delicate work she needed to pull it off. With each stitch she made the hole didn't close, but vanish beneath a very minor illusion she put and anchored to the cloth through the thread. When she was done, neither sight nor touch should reveal any damage had ever been done.
Was this as much of an accomplishment as it felt? She thought it was pretty nifty.
