Chapter Five Hundred and Twelve - Cleaning Up the Remainder
Chapter Five Hundred and Twelve - Cleaning Up the Remainder
We woke up bright and early the next morning, and while it was nice to be back in our rooms--or at least, I enjoyed waking up in my own bed on my own cabin aboard the Beaver Cleaver even if I did have Desiree sleeping over with her feet by my ears and her tails in my face--but there wasn't much time to linger.
The winter solstice was nineteen days away. That was the day of Booksie's wedding, and also apparently a big day of celebration across a lot of local cultures.
Nineteen days sounded like a lot. And it probably would have been a lot ... for a regular wedding. But this wedding was anything but regular.
Regular weddings did not involve people powerful enough to flatten a city, after all.
... It was strange to think that we were so close to mid-winter. It wasn't cold at all. Did we live on the equator?
I wasn't sure, but that would be a question to tease Amaryllis about later. For now we had a whole day ahead of us.
After a quick breakfast, we split up, this time grabbing some of the Beaver's crew to help because this was very much an all-hands-on-deck kind of situation.
The day then proceeded to move ahead.