Frowning, I realized I was standing and staring at golden game gloves.
I must concentrate on Bartholomea’s gift and return to the carc. I pivoted
searching the offerings of nearby shops. I had wandered into a dim area
with a cafe behind me and to the left a green light strobing, hitting a
silver lame skinsuit.
ahead a deep red light fell upon a sphere which coiled with ion traces.
I thought at once of Eoeun awe of the lines of demarcation and of riders
who rode them. I lifted it and held it cupped in my hands. After I had
held it for several seconds music came from it soft and haunting, elicited
by warmth. I purchased it and sent it off at a courier panel.