Chapter 16Week 6, Sunday
Lachlan
The last day of Frolicke, and it was packed again. By midday, Taran’s garment rack was empty, my few remaining armor pieces had gone (helped along by a discount) and I’d moved all my pendants into the case. During gaps in the mob, I disassembled the rack and set it ready for transport. Took down my pegboard and Taran’s lights, likewise.
The management had polled the vendors about this year’s entertainment, sending the results to everyone. It was unanimous: the dog acts were prime. More than one person confessed to a guilty sort of relief at losing the knights. Something about the implicit glorification of militarism and violence, which: fair. This year’s entertainment slate, focusing on circus arts and music, was unconflictedly family-friendly. Not to me
