Those of you reading the narrative toda, you might wonder, 'is Raph affected by polywater'? Well. Yeah. He's a turtle. He's gotten wet. They like being very hydrated, see. There have been hot showers and...have been buy, talk about things. Maybe he'll stop by the bakery -- find it, perhaps, empty. Or run through the park or cool down at the marina. He's all over today. Who knows where you'll find him

Kerai was still frightened. Still certain that somehow she had blundered into the Bench Jurisdiction and would be marked for death as soon as anyone found out she was a weaver. She was however, also dirty, cold (for although it was summer, sleeping outside in the occasionally wet weather had sapped her warmth), and hungry. Very hungry. There was little to be had from the trash bins.  She didn't know...

Kerai was actually looking forward to the town meeting that night. She paused, stopped dead, in the doorway of the machine shed as she finally identified the feeling that had her lightfooted all day, and even humming for part of it. Pleasurable anticipation -- that was a new one for her. Since Parmer had arrived and become her thumper, the town had looked to her as their weaver. It did not change...