There were plenty of odd offshoots of one time or another collected in the pavilion: more manuscripts, a drop spindle with bundles of thread, and hand-carded cotton out of big plastic bags of cotton balls. A bronze knife laid out on the table, a sharp-edged but lovely white feather, an oil lamp, a bunch of opium poppies in a glass.
"Puzzled? Puzzled how?" she asked. Creating an empty glass, she tapped it with her index finger, to see it fill with... "Oh, Cru Beaujolais. I'm afraid my conjuring is unpredictable when it comes to wine - will that do?"
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Date: 2008-08-14 07:02 am (UTC)"Puzzled? Puzzled how?" she asked. Creating an empty glass, she tapped it with her index finger, to see it fill with... "Oh, Cru Beaujolais. I'm afraid my conjuring is unpredictable when it comes to wine - will that do?"