The pattern on the persian rug below her feet warped slightly before reemerging before her eyes, and the telepathic conversation she was having with Isis was slowly fading, so that now, it seemed as if they were communicating across a long and noisy tunnel. Even though she had just eaten a delicious luncheon cooked by Mrs. Pattmore, she felt like she could eat Mary's favorite horse without remorse. 'Ooh that rhymed' she thought, as a languid smile crept upon her face.
Nobody in the room noticed: Roger was busy talking to Mot and Merry about something to do with the estate, and Dith was off in London working on her magazine, whatever that means. She still didn't know where Sibul had gone off to.
Since she had already finished the luncheon and was bored out of her mind, she decided to excuse herself and take a stroll out to the 's favorite place there was a small patch fairly distant from the colorful plants and the immaculate bushes. The truth was, she loved to nibble on the plants that grew there as they gave her the most wonderful feeling and clarity of mind.
Having reached the patch after what seemed like an eternity filled with colors and the amplified sounds of bugs chattering to each other, Cora looked around to make sure the coast was clear, and then got down on all fours to graze.