Rowan's face lit up when he saw me approach from the direction of Donovan's tavern. “Scarlet!" he called. “I'm glad you're here, I enjoy your company."
“I'd like to make myself useful," I said, noting the several temporary tables which had been set up along the parameter of the square. The people of Wrench all worked diligently on their various tasks.
Rowan's smile widened. “You'd like to help? That's even better, you're a fast learner, of course. This will go so much faster."
I had forgotten I had set that standard for myself, since I had 'learned' to operate the skoolie so quickly. 'Oh God,' I thought, 'what have I done?'
“What are we doing?" I asked.
Rowan stood as I neared, gesturing at an available seat across from his. “We're painting the crickets green." He set down his paint b
