She had rested for several days, so she was no longer too tired to fly. The water and the crabapples, such as they were, had given her strength. Each night she had noticed a warm glow from a few rooftops over. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she liked the look of it. It was as though many lamps, or perhaps candles, were flickering gently in the night breeze. There was something familiar about it too, although she wasn’t entirely sure what it was. She decided if she had the energy, she might fly over to see what was there. Either way, she would fly again that night, after she took one final long drink and filled her pouch with crab-apples. Meanwhile, inside Candles by Daye, Cassandra had hung a “CLOSED” sign on the front door and was talking on the phone. She was very excited and talking quickly. “Yes, yes, I don’t know. He just came in here in his baggy coat and white straw hat and started demanding that I give him what ‘belonged to him’.”
