Chapter 39
Thirty-Nine Bandit prances from rock to rock across the pool of water I created earlier, leaping from the last rock into the air and landing in my arms as a cat. Mom laughs at him. “He is very sweet. Where did you say you found him?” “The forest outside Chevalier House. And it would probably be more accurate to say he found me. He’s been following me ever since.” “Lovely,” Mom says. She leans back in one of the two beach chairs I spoke into existence earlier and looks out at what we’ve achieved in our first day together: a river that leads away from the rock pool, clouds that change shape, drift across the sky, and never actually disappear, and a new section of the castle. Plus what isn’t currently visible: the two wardrobes of normal, court-inappropriate clothing back inside the castle
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