The thing about living in a small town was that everyone knew nearly everyone, and so word traveled fast. Someone came out of the café owned by the cute half-Featherfolk chef with two pretty daughters looking for a doctor? That was the sort of news that got around quickly, and ultimately to the right people.
Maria had been out with Merlot that morning, stocking up on food supplies. The Traydors got most of their ingredients from their own backyard, but they couldn’t grow everything. Fortunately, over the last couple of years, more shops had appeared in Surferio, so one no longer had to go all the way to Peterny in Aquaria to get some shopping done.
They’d already gotten all that they needed, so they were heading home, arms filled with paper bags. But Maria had stopped by one of her favorite stalls, which sold an assortment of items and trinkets, so Merlot could get something she liked, and something for Khrista as well.
Then there was a gust of wind from behind them, and Maria turned around just in time to see a Featherfolk woman with large white wings land gracefully.
“Maria,” Stanice said without fanfare, urgency in her voice. “It’s Aligoté.”
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Khrista was shaking her head, still cradling Aligoté. “Father... the doctor should be here soon. You’re going to be alright.” She wasn’t really sure if she believed it, but she tried to sound like she did.
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Maria had been out with Merlot that morning, stocking up on food supplies. The Traydors got most of their ingredients from their own backyard, but they couldn’t grow everything. Fortunately, over the last couple of years, more shops had appeared in Surferio, so one no longer had to go all the way to Peterny in Aquaria to get some shopping done.
They’d already gotten all that they needed, so they were heading home, arms filled with paper bags. But Maria had stopped by one of her favorite stalls, which sold an assortment of items and trinkets, so Merlot could get something she liked, and something for Khrista as well.
Then there was a gust of wind from behind them, and Maria turned around just in time to see a Featherfolk woman with large white wings land gracefully.
“Maria,” Stanice said without fanfare, urgency in her voice. “It’s Aligoté.”
——
Khrista was shaking her head, still cradling Aligoté. “Father... the doctor should be here soon. You’re going to be alright.” She wasn’t really sure if she believed it, but she tried to sound like she did.