Chapter 19: Acquaintance
“Bog! You’re back!”
Her open wings snapped up like a Venus flytrap. Marianne propped herself up on her elbows and forearms so she could face him. She smiled at him so brightly that, even though she’d said his name, Bog almost turned around to see who she was looking at. She was still wearing the comfrey eyepatch he’d made for her.
“Um … yes. Hello.” He sat on the stool by her toadstool bed. The infirmary was much more practically furnished, in his opinion, than the rest of the castle. Bog smiled nervously
“I was wondering, which of your people do you think would make the best ambassador?”