Remember how I had begun the bad process of mingling my mystic wastes with my physical?
Well, I was cleaning dishes after breakfast (she never did ask what happened to the second chicken) when Wendi stormed in. She glared at me for a few seconds.
"Where are your ears?" she asked.
"These holes here and here." I said, sensing her irritation but having no means of locating the cause.
"How am I to grab hold of those and drag you to the scene of your crimes?"
I set the dishes down gently. "Which crimes am I accused of?"
"There are spirits, trapped in the midden house, screaming for help."
"I fail to see how that is my crime. Why are spirits... oh."
I saw it.
"Oh?"
"I see how this is my mess to clean up."
"Bwaagh! What are your DOING?"
"Lowering the back of my pants."
"WHY?"
I touched a finger to one of my spinnerets and began to pull forth a length of silk.
"That is not natural." Wendi said.
Actions. Consequences. Sometimes suffering the consequences for other people's actions.
But yeah, we've been without an action sequence for a while. (Not a spoiler, Wendi's new "boyfriend" Justino is going to make some BAD decisions.)
As always, thanks for your continued readership and support. And if you have one or more special someones in your life... let them know they're special to you. Unless there's already a restraining order in place, in which case obey the law.