Chapter Two-Hundred-and-Fifty-Three
“I cannot do that for only forty points, Adam,” Weaver said from atop her web-spun stall.
“How much then?”
“For ninety points, I can make you ten metres of silk.”
“Can I reuse it?” Adam asked.
“Very few things can destroy my spidersilk,” Weaver remarked proudly.
“Guess I’ll have to go fishing after all,” Adam muttered to himself. “I’ll be back later.”
“Bye for now,” Weaver said, waving one of her small arms as he left.
Adam had been putting it off for a bit, but finally decided it was time to go visit Meilo and see the flower that’d bloomed from his sister’s soul seed.
Going from the market to the garden took him no time at all, now that his speed was almost exactly 1,500%. In fact, it was so fast that he struggled to see where he was going, and thus had to slow himself to avoid splattering against the side of one of the dumpy melted-wax-like houses.