With the heat of the bright lights and the leather beneath her, Susan perspired. She heard the rude squelching noises her flesh made on the leather as... she shifted slightly. Next, she heard the door to the room open, and Peter walked to her holding a large bottle of water in his hand. “I thought you might like something to drink,” he said, unscrewing the top of the bottle and removing it, “here,” as he held the bottle to her lips. She drank awkwardly, unable to use her own hands to steady the. Lexi found Bitsy sitting on the fence surrounding a large meadow, she was busy talking to another fairy so Lexi stood off to the side watching the horses out in the meadow. She chuckled at the mare glowering at the fairy “why such a look?” she asked the mare, the mare turned and looked at Lexi “he say’s I’m temperamental, wouldn’t you be the same if you were gotten up at dawn and hurried out of your nice warm stall, he doesn’t appreciate me” Lexi smiled “did you let him know?” the mare’s head. I walked across to the window and pulled the curtains fully open, and looked out.We were three stories up, looking down on a busy side street, the buildings opposite looked their age, with little balconies on the second tier, one of which caught my eye, or should I say, I caught his, as he was staring directly at me, but I braved it and stood my ground, letting him take in the view, convincing myself I looked like a boy from that distance, and as suddenly as he looked he averted his gaze in. The turnout was well over what the chamber festival had drawn earlier in the summer. There was a grand total of seventeen trebuchets at the event in several classes down to junior high kid size (firing oranges, rather than pumpkins). Big John wasn't the biggest trebuchet there; a guy from Pennsylvania had brought one he called Stone Horse, half again as large and easily capable of outranging the local catapult -- and leaving Bert muttering things about an escalation in the medieval arms.