He needn't have worried about Petra's reaction. Still in her beautiful half form to speed the healing process, her nostrils flared and she leaned forward eagerly to get a better look.
"Chris," Immi whined, jumping out of Annabel's grasp to start sorting the various linking chains and golden tablets into radial order around the central facet housing his purple scale. "You have no sense of presentation at all."
Chris smiled weakly as the jumbled rune phrases were whipped into order, soon arranged like burnished golden rays around a cartoonish sun.
"And why should I, when the gorgeous architect is right here to do the presenting? Go on Immi, tell them about your invention."
Immi's blushes were tricky to notice sometimes, but when she finally looked up and met his eyes, her cheeks were ado
