"Not from the beginning. I meandered a little, busied my hands at various positions before I wound up in WaterWay. Yet, the Cradle." Chang shook her head. "They'd never seen a bantam lady pretty as me who could contend energetically as the young men they bet their coin on."
Chang grinned at Chang's satisfied articulation. "Nobody at any point attempted to cause you to grow a facial hair growth?"
"Furthermore, they know not to contact my hair," Chang said.
Somewhere far off, Chang could see the behemoth framework of Ferryman's Haven. Apparitions circumnavigated in an unending dance in the water, sometimes twirling up to twist their bodies crookedly around the messed up poles of the rearranged transport.
