Away from the Test Bays furniture stood against the stone walls, sturdy gloves sat beside jars containing botanical samples. Before I started my sketch a young girl appeared next to me,
“The Overseer is going to kill you,” she whispered. Unnerved by the proclamation by new companion I stumbled over my reply before asking why?
“Are you a member of the Unicorn Faction?” She asked
“Err No,” I replied
“Oh, in that case you will probably be OK” she added before wandering off.
I breathed a sigh of relief, that was turning sinister to the point of needing a change of underwear.
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