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you better,” she whispered. “I know it's hard to admit
you're not perfect—ouch!” she cried as a thin elbow
caught her in the side. Aly rose, wincing. “I was only
telling you what folk might say, my lady!”
Dove took the braided garland she'd just finished and
placed it on her head. It promptly fell to pieces, startling
a laugh from those who watched. Just as instantly they
stopped laughing and drew back.
She pelted them with vines. “And that for making fun
of a poor, fumble-fingered country girl!” she told them
with a smile. Laughter went through the onlookers. A
couple of them ventured to give Dove hints on how her
work might be done better. Dove looked at Aly from
the middle of a cluster of advisors.
Aly gave her a pleased thumbs-up.
It was nearly time for Dove to return home when a
sudden cold burst of air slapped Aly's face. Startled,
she looked at the sky. The clouds that boiled there
were blacker and lower than those that usually wet
down the city in the afternoon. They moved quickly, a