From 81650952e0db44425fa11854eae7d2042eb3a7b2 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: rekkabell Date: Sat, 7 May 2022 15:25:49 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] * --- wiktopher.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/wiktopher.md b/wiktopher.md index b82d285..d341c82 100644 --- a/wiktopher.md +++ b/wiktopher.md @@ -63,7 +63,7 @@ Mago was standing in front of the Volare town hall, an imposing edifice on the l     A disc dropped from the top of the pole then, marking a new horo. "Seventh horo[^]!" Someone shouted.     Mago gulped. Naming Day processions were supposed to start at the seventh disc drop of the day. Unlike Lupin, Mago's ceremonial outfit was without wrinkles or dust. The Volarian's short, sandy hair was heavy with decorative beads. -     Mago liked to climb, and did well enough in most sports. Many envied this Verido's ability to do well in everything. But today, Mago appeared less confident than usual. These eyes looked up at the Ilk's towering head, hands fidgeting with the ceremonial necklace. +    Mago liked to climb, and did well enough in most sports. Many envied this Verido's ability to do well in everything. But today, Mago appeared less confident than usual. These eyes looked up at the Ilk's towering head, hands fidgeting with the ceremonial necklace.     Everyone waved at Mago, smiling and saying things like: 'Good luck in there!' or, 'You were born to do it!' Mago wondered if they said these things to cousin Lupin too, the townspeople were kind, and weren't known to play favourites.     "Mago!" Armyn, Mago's mapa, called out, waving a hand to try and get their attention. Armyn was bound to a push-chair. A younger Verido was there to ferry them around. "Mago! Anyone in there?"     Mago groaned. "I don't have to say *yes yes* at every word! You know I'm listening mapa..."