Catherine dropped her writing implement.
Shock, it flashed across her face.
That was something she wasn’t expecting...but it would make a great story. She turned to look at the New new priscus. Three in one night...
And I was really hoping to get an answer to that question.
She stooped to pick up the pen, and watched as the third Priscus in an hour took his place. She leaves the pen down. What would this proclamation bring? There were reasons for either direction, but she had no desire to call out again.