As the 'our' floated through my mind I chuckled, amused at the thought that lumped me with Tarrette and her kind.As the 'our' floated through my mind I chuckled, amused at the thought that lumped me with Tarrette and her kind. I sat down at one of the various wooden picnic tables scattered about the rim of the valley overlooking the Northern edge, over the Castle, or at least what would eventually be the Castle. The wind kept tugging on my napkin. It was a wonderfully clear spring day, a little warm, a little humid. Down on the valley floor two huge Magis wrestled with the Southern wall of the castle foreyard, trying to get it into place. Finally they paused, apparently in electronic discussion, turned and began assembling the wall piecemeal. |