[Child of the 7th Age]

Cami was still upstairs fidgeting with her dress, trying to get ready as quickly as she could. She could hear the merry sounds and voices and music issuing from the common room, with the front door of the Inn opening and closing as new visitors came inside. But her lovely green and yellow gown had thirty-two tiny buttons, all in a row and neatly centered down the middle of her back. Her arms weren't long enough to get to all of them! Cami fussed and fumed, pulling her gown this way and that, trying to maneuver all thirty-two tiny pearl buttons within the reach of her fingers so that she could finish latching them.

I should have done this earlier and asked Piosenniel for help! By the time I get there, the party will be over. She gently tugged on the material, first up, then down, thinking that a nearby husband or sister would come in mighty handy just now.

Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one....Cami counted as she slipped the tiny buttons inside their hooks. Finally, number thirty-two. She hastily smoothed out the material in her billowing green skirt, and snatched up the flute that she'd bought the other day at the market in anticipation of the party. Then she scampered down the hallway towards the sound of the music, tapping her fingers and crooning a lively song beneath her breath.

[ February 26, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]