Day Forty-One
Dear Diary,
Dare Adventure Day!
After yesterday’s banana-fueled excitement, I thought I’d totally conk out. Didn’t happen. I was up and down all night, worried about my big adventure in the Fens with Dare. There are dangerous orcs to be concerned about, sure. And we definitely need to find King Tristan and stop the blight that’s killing Faerie. Again, having a diary means being honest. So I’ll say this.
I have a bigger problem at this particular moment.
My badass pink leather body armor doesn’t fit anymore. I can’t zip it up past my stomach. The arms and legs are way too short. And I can’t get the thing over my shoulders without doing some kind of backwards contortion.
Clothing spells are a particular type of magic. And they’re one I don’t know a lot about. For years, I
