The Draconian Woman. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven – The Quiet War Wednesday arrived... which immediately made Serakha suspicious. After Tuesday had nearly disappeared, Wednesday seemed almost too eager to exist. She stepped onto the balcony. The city was waking. A cyclist sang terribly. A bakery smelled dangerously inviting. Someone across the street was trying to convince a very determined golden retriever that morning walks did not include chasing pigeons. The pigeon disagreed. The dog disagreed. The owner regretted every decision that had led to this moment. Earth... was reassuringly complicated. Emma joined her carrying two mugs. "I had a dream." Serakha accepted the tea. "So did I." Emma smiled. "Were you saving reality again?" "No." "I was trying to assemble IKEA furniture." Emma burst into laughter. "Which was harder?" "The furniture." "I knew it." "There were no tactical diagrams." "There were diagrams." "T...