So the the Old Riders of the Purple Age have swept across the skies on their broomsticks for another day at the coven, wielding the needle and turning huge bolts of fine fabrics into small scraps.
The Gorse Fox is left to his own devices... and whilst he fancies a walk, he is expecting a phone call from Mother Superior to discuss possible improvements to the systems supporting the latest "emergency". So, with that as an excuse, and the fact it's C-c's last day at home - he'll stay put.
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