Jager Thunder by Abigail Hilton

Author:Abigail Hilton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Cowry Catchers, dragons, Scarlet Albatross, Airships
Publisher: Pavonine Books
Published: 2017-04-11T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10. Plans for the Evening

Anaroo almost changed her mind again before the card game. She felt strangely queasy and wondered whether she might be getting sick. It took her a quarter watch to identify her symptoms as anxiety. Anaroo felt disgusted. What sort of a warrior developed paralyzing anxiety before a card game? It must be old age. Zeds were never meant to live so long. Gods, how embarrassing.

She wandered down to the dispensary with the notion that she might make her excuses to Glossy. There she found Gus modeling a striking red velvet waistcoat, while Glossy circled him, making little adjustments with pins. Marlie was watching with amusement from a hammock, a book open across her lap. “It’s good enough for this evening,” Glossy was saying, “although I’ll probably adjust it here and here for future.”

“I am certain that I have never looked so dapper,” said Gus, arms held high so that Glossy could walk around him.

“I’m certain you’re right,” said Marlie from the hammock. “You look like a proper merchant and hardly at all like one of Culowen’s thugs.”

“Last I checked, my thug license expired in— Oh, hello, Anaroo.”

Anaroo stepped into the room, feeling awkward, no longer certain of what she wanted to say.

Glossy smiled at her. “Thank you for coming today. I know you’ve got history with Silveo, but it was very good for me and Belvedere to meet him. You should have seen his face, Anaroo. I truly believe he was pleased to know us—startled and a little frightened, but pleased in the end. I appreciate your forbearance more than I can say.” She broke off suddenly. “Are you feeling well? Come in and sit down. You look ill.”

Anaroo felt weak and foolish. She squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. “I’m well enough, thank you. Only something about the rich food at breakfast did not agree with me.”

Marlie scrambled up. “Let me give you something to settle your stomach.”

Anaroo nodded. She sat at the dispensary table while Marlie rummaged in a cabinet. Maybe I do need something for my stomach. That breakfast included more butter than I’ve eaten in years. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me.

Glossy eyed her side-long, still fussing with Gus’s waistcoat. “Anaroo...I don’t suppose you’d let me make you a dress? I could whip something up in no time from one of—”

Anaroo turned towards her with a scowl, and Glossy subsided at once. Anaroo tried to think of something that would not sound offensive. “I feel strange enough in these grishnard places without wearing their clothes.”

Glossy made soothing noises. “Of course, I’m sorry. But if you change your mind...oh, I could make you such a dress!”

“I will not change my mind,” muttered Anaroo. She’d worn her share of skirts on Maijha Minor, but never a grishnard dress. The idea seemed like the final insult—an invasion of her personal appearance.

“You could at least wear something besides sailcloth,” began Glossy hesitantly.

“Gloss,” said Gus. “I think Roo has made all the accommodations for panauns lately that she can stand.

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