Vern
I watched as Ron shook out his cape , plucked off ant stickers, and donned it—Velcro. He attached it with Velcro. I didn’t know whether to be impressed with his ingenuity or exasperated at the mundanity of it. Then, he checked again for any sticker seeds or leaves that attached themselves to the fabric. Ah, yes. Fate had bestowed a weighty mantle on him—and he had used it like a picnic blanket.
His second time on patrol, and Titania had magicked him out of the Mundane. That part didn’t bother me so much. The fairy folk had been spiriting Mundanes from their realm since Titania’s great-great-grandsire ruled a united fairy court. But even after that, he was willing to be her champion, to jump right in, not knowing the consequences.
I knew Mundanes, even those that grew up post-Gap, were naïve, but Ron Engleson was far too trusting. Gapman had to be more savvy. Which meant I had to teach him.
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