Oh, she said, grabbing her shabby chair’s armrest
Seemingly startled from rest
Linked charms clinking behind her thrice-darned dress
Hardly a moment outside my gaze (feigned or true duress?)
She went to the pond, didn’t she? She did seem stressed
Rewind the scene with a button press, humming machines
That place whose unsafety so vexed and pained me?
Our covenant forbade expressly her there adventuring without checking!
We agreed she could seek out
But that stodgy creek was illegal ground.
Alchemisland 
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