XXIV

[alt_bellatrix]

As harvest grows nearer, it seems an appropriate time to look forward - in gratitude - to the coming bounty.

Our fields have had time ripen and flower in the sun. In His light, our pastures grow greener and more verdant still. Meanwhile, the world peaks in through the gates, eyes wide to all our marvels. Soon, we shall invite them to cut a waltz in the meadows, to drink from the pure fountains of our visionary cities, and to feel, if only for a moment, that golden touch of light.

Please, join me and grasp their hands in welcome.

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[alt_sirius]

Well, that sounds like code if there ever was one. That or Bella's suddenly been possessed by the soul of a poet.

Nah, probably code.

What do you lot think? Something to do with the schools' delegations arriving?

Though it's well hilarious to think of Bella waltzing through the wheatfields. That'll give me a grin all day, that will.

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[alt_alice]

My first thought is she's gloating over springing some sort of trap.

She gives me the shudders.

Especially when she's cheerful.