GRACE CHIRPS ME AWAKE too early and keeps up a steady stream of chatter as we eat, garden, tour a new-to-me section of the city that holds workshops, repair shops, plant nurseries and an odd mix of garden-and-laboratory buildings where people wander around scribbling things while prodding at plants or playing with dirt. Then we harvest, cook (or, in my case, burn food and learn some more about composting), eat again, pointlessly twist more slippery strands of tree, progress to simple woven patterns, discuss but don’t actually start working with beads and thread, cook and eat yet again, and practice simple stances and blocks in the garden as night falls.
Turns out most people learn the basics of fighting around here, dreamwalker or no. Grace is happy enough to pass along what she knows, th
