Kerai was actually looking forward to the town meeting that night. She paused, stopped dead, in the doorway of the machine shed as she finally identified the feeling that had her lightfooted all day, and even humming for part of it. Pleasurable anticipation -- that was a new one for her. Since Parmer had arrived and become her thumper, the town had looked to her as their weaver. It did not change anything outwardly, but the recognition, the acknowledgment of what had happened to her when the weaves... read more
