Chapter 12“I could be a raindrop,” Lorre said. He was looking at the puddles, and the morning storm, mournfully. The storm chattered back, merrily dismissive. “Then I wouldn’t have to walk anywhere.”
“You could, but wouldn’t you show up naked when we get where we’re going?” Gareth emerged from a wardrobe to hand over a large length of heavy plaid, blue and green. “Here, wrap yourself up.”
“I could make an actually fashionable coat out of this, you know. And…if I’m trying…I can bring clothing along.”
“Oh, can you.” Gareth paused to grin at him. “So you just wanted to be naked, on the boat.”
“Hoping to scandalize you. No, though…I can shapeshift with clothing, but it’s trickier on the other end. Disentangling. So I tend not to.” He hesitated, remembered other years of efforts to explain,
