“Where are we going?” I stepped around a Lab puppy wearing a pair of devil’s horns, pausing for a moment to ask the young woman holding the leash a question. She pointed to a nearby vendor. I hoisted Moth higher under my arm, and grabbed for my leather pouch.
By the time I caught up to CJ she was talking to a man in musketeer garb, both of them standing at the entrance of one of the small red-and-white buildings that were scattered around the fairgrounds.
“There you are,” she said, turning around to glare at me. Behind her a flowery hand-painted sign reading LEAGUE OF WENCHES OFFICIAL CATHOUSE hung from the door. “I was just talking to David the Rogue. He’s married to Fairuza. You remember her—What on earth? Horns? You bought Moth horns?”
“I thought they were all too appropriate.” I smi
