280 - A Unicorn and a Canary

"Kyriala, dear," Auntie Betiri said, an admiring note in her voice. "Wherever did you get such fine thread? And such a colour?" She looked down at the bed-pillow she was embroidering, the long, whispy strands of gold fine as hair. "It was a fessas on the road, Auntie." The snick of her scissors as she clipped Minis's hair short, the heavy hank of hair falling into her glove as she cut. "Oh.