Random Gondwanaland snippet

The knucklebone jiggled in Sam's grasp as she took it from one point of articulation to another on the sheet. She shooed it away as it tried to head-butt her eraser as she made the changes.

Krys was going to be in town in three days. Sam was just glad her wife had no love for animated human remains, which made her job vastly simpler. The slaughterhouse and tannery at Hsion'Abaad were quite happy to let her glean what she needed and charged very reasonable prices.

It helped that she'd made damn sure before she'd set into town that none of her paperwork referred to the town as "Xionebarr". The locals had no love for the Commonwealth nor for what its official language did to their names.

( She had two plans before her and only time and parts to build one.... )