Mara took Diana’s arm in hopes of helping her maintain balance while walking somewhat bowlegged with Ginger hidden beneath her robe. Holding the chobodon’s leash in both hands in front of her, the white belt of her garment, for the most past, masked the teal leash. They followed the flow of the crowd into the seating area and didn’t appear to be drawing anyone’s attention. Mara hoped people took her mother’s odd gait as an infirmity and Mara’s grip on the sleeve of her robe as solicitousness.
The acolytes took their seats in an orderly manner, filling one row without leaving any gaps and then filling the next row back. As it came time for them to step into their row, Mara pulled back, not wanting to get trapped in the middle. While making a point of looking down so her cowl obscured her f
