The bottle was clouded glass, the cork stopper sealed shut with wax, and the liquid inside was bright orange, bubbling gently to itself. It was possible she’d just paid an extravagant amount of money for a repackaged soda.
Landfall always took some adjustment, but this time it was something entirely different from acclimation: it was change.
They ceremoniously wrapped her in gold silks, before they sent her out to feed.
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