New MEMORY

Hey kids, it's that time again--time for a new installment of my universe-spanning fantasy adventure, MEMORY. When last we left Flavius, he was stuck in the middle of a bizarre formal dinner. Will Flavius rise to the occasion and blend in with the arch ritual of the Eternal Dominion? What do you think?

Through the crowd, Flavius spotted Parric. Remembering the mysterious featherscale, he waved as his table drifted along.

“Hoo! Parric! Over here!” he shouted, drawing startled stares and whispered comments throughout the dining hall. “No, nae that way, ya stupid table. How do ya steer this damned thing? Oh, bugger it.”

Flavius grabbed the side of the table, planted his feet on the floor and threw all of his weight to the side. The table groaned, a piercing, hollow echo of metallic agony that reverberated through the dining hall. But it slid toward Parric.

“Excuse me. Coming through here,” Flavius said, grunting as he shoved the table along. “Sorry about that. I dinnae ken it’ll stain. Was that yer foot? My fault. Out of the way, now.”

Yeah, Flavius isn't much for blending unobtrusively into the crowd.

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