July 11, 2014 by Lyn Thorne-Alder
“Do you have everything packed?” Tairiekie’s mother dropped a handful of dresses on top of Tairiekie’s luggage. “I thought you might want something for a formal event; they had a few of those when I was in school.”
“Thank you.” She folded the dresses carefully into her luggage. It was already almost full to the seams, but one more dress probably wouldn’t throw it over the limit, even one as heavy and ornate as this one.
What sort of formals did this school even have?
“And you have all your tools? I brought a spare wrench…”
“And your books?”
“I have everything.” She shoved the satchel closed. “It’s almost time.”