you go and call yourself the boss
but we're not robots inside a grid
Tuesday, July 18 • Morning
The second time Vera went to the faerie's camp, she came alone.
When Roger had said he was spending the day visiting his sister, and asked if she'd like to come along, something had moved Vera to tell him no.
Too much work to do, she'd said. Several figures had needed readjusting to match what the Queen had explained in their first meeting — and still nothing fit right.
There was something she wasn't seeing.
Not long after Vector had sat down at her desk, she was up again, gathering old charts and new to take down to the Queen.
