She’d never seen this part of Nevermoor before.
Morrigan wished she could take a moment to stop and look around. “A child!” she heard the blue-fingered woman exclaim in her wake. For a moment, she lost sight of Jupiter through the haze, but then she spotted the top of his bright copper head, bobbing up and down in the crowd, and sprinted to catch up with him. “Ugh, foul.” Morrigan coughed and waved the smoke away. Morrigan hurried after him and walked into a sickly-sweet-smelling cloud of sapphire-blue smoke, puffed right at her face by a woman holding a thin gold cigarillo in her blue-stained fingertips. Catch up.”Īnd he was gone again, running headlong through the mess of pedestrians and rickshaws and horse-drawn carriages and motorized coaches. Jupiter North turned back but didn’t stop moving. “Wait!” she called out to him, pushing her way through a knot of women wearing satin gowns and lush velvet cloaks. She tried her best to smooth it down while hurrying to catch up with her patron, who was already yards ahead, pelting along the noisy, swarming high street of the Bohemian District. The wind had whipped her hair into a state of extreme disarray. Morrigan Crow leapt from the Brolly Rail, teeth chattering, hands frozen around the end of her oilskin umbrella.
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