“Tell me again,” I said.
The shorter, older one said smoothly, “Garments in subtle colors like shaded sky, Your Highness. As finely spun and light to wear as spiderwebs. Yet warm, impervious to water, and impenetrable by stinging insects.”
I nodded eagerly, as if I believed this nonsense. “And the magic…”
“Ah, the magic. Tell him again, Sorrel.”
Rated R. for nudity. Contains fashion, or lack thereof.
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