Mira looked dreamily above her, where her gardening tools were dancing and bobbing through the air.
“She’s doing the thing again,” Deo muttered to Primo.
“I know. Best to let her to her own devices,” Primo muttered back.
by NonAnalogue
“She’s doing the thing again,” Deo muttered to Primo.
“I know. Best to let her to her own devices,” Primo muttered back.