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Flitter flew a little way in front of me, zig-zagging through the air as he led me to where Trent was waiting. At least, I hoped that was what he was doing. For all I knew, I could be following the whims of a butterfly and nothing more.
I wanted nothing more than to sit down and rest my weary feet. Or maybe change my dress, which was falling off me in tatters as I walked. I must look as homeless as I actually was, which wasn't an encouraging thought in the slightest.
"You can't have those out here," an older woman shouted into the street.
I ignored her. What did it matter to me what people were talking about on the street.
"Don't ignore me," she shouted again.
I continued walking, trying not to let myself get distracted by whoever the woman was yelling at.
A hand clasped around m
