mortal is as mortal does

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Promise is looking for dewdrops. She has just learned to candy them herself - it's not hard, if she does it in her own tree instead of in the field. So she's brushing the droplets into a little wooden cup. They blend together but she can separate them out again later.

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Over there is an unusual sight: a person with no wings, wearing a plain dress and sitting in a plush armchair set rather incongruously in the middle of a flower patch. She looks mildly conflicted about something.