"Can we have a bigger dinner after?"
Beadu said, exiting the corridor. "I always get really hungry when I go all out, dunno why. It's like my stomach knows something's up and starts nagging ahead."
Beorn considered whether this was a request or just something she was telling him. "Sure, I don't see why not."
"Yay," Beadu said, and walked the rest of the way without elaborating.
The courtyard stopped her for a moment when she came through the entrance.
The cracked floor from Hild's session, the ridge of earth splitting the old chalk grid, the bowed wall with stone fragments at its base.
The garden in the corner with the half-uprooted herb plant, its roots partly pulled from the ground and its leaves still faintly moving.
And in the center of the floor, the compact mound of dust from Mod's session, sitting within the ghost of a circle that had no mark but was obvious in where the dust had stopped falling.
"You really used this courtyard," she said.
