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“Gods, Cora, she’s beloved but she’s not bright It’s not nice but it’s well-known Even you told me she’s dull as a post,” he retorted

“I never said such a…”

Oh shit

I never said such a thing because the Dara Goode in my world, my mother, was not dull as a post Nowhere near it

But the other Cora probably said that about her“I hate the Cora of this world! She’s an utter… oof!”

There I was again on his shoulder

“Tor!” I shrieked, beating at his back and kicking outto pick up one of the sacks

“I said… let… me…”

Crack!

Another slap on the ass

Serious ouch

God, I hated it when he did that

“You’re having a bloody bath and you’re putting on some bloody clean clothes and some damned, bloody shoes,” he declared

Oh

Well then

Okay

He du his heels in, barked, “Hee-yah!” and Salem burst out of the mouth of the cave

I was oneven though my butt cheek still smarted from where he hit me and in this position he clearly felt the need to circle me with an arm and I knew this because he did exactly that

I faced forward, ducked and swayed with him as the branches passed us and I couldn’t stop the s oodie

Okay, let me tell you this…

The clothes in this world rocked!

We were back in the cave, I’d bathed in the river (it was still cold but he had soap, the soap smelled like lavender and I’d cleaned myself with it from head-to-toe) and I had on clothes and slippers

And what clothes

They were straight from a renaissance festival but they kicked ass

A silky, pale pink, flowy top with gathers around the neckline and full flowing sleeves that gathered at the wrists Also full, flowing skirts, these of a dusky purple with petticoats, these a lovely lorious lace To cinch in the flowy top, I earing a skintight vest, royal blue that hugged me at the midriff and shoved upsupport at the sa cool With the low-cut neckline of the shirt and the tight fit of the vest, I was displaying serious cleage but from what I could tell, it… looked… awesome There was also a braided belt in all the colors I earing that I tied to hang low on my waist

And last, but not least, the underas d-i-v-i-n-e, divine Silky, ivory shorts with delicate lace at the botto camisole with lace at the bottoht places, tight to the right places looking crazy fabulous but coet out

And the capper was the shoes Sweet little flat, no-heeled (but thick suede-soled) slippers made of purple satin They were simple and comfortable at the same time they were fab…you… las

I didn’t kno I’d feel wearing so like this day in and day out There was a lot of a fabric, the skirts were danged heavy and I didn’t think it would be that great if it was hot or I had to do ht now, they were great They felt strange on my body but they oddly fit perfectly, the colors were to-die-for and they were not that blasted nightgohich I also, by the by, took the opportunity with the lavender soap to clean in the river)