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Although Caspa had seen value in disparate items, it had to be admitted she was flying by the seat of her pants (or tail) and thus would not have dismissed anything they collected as useful. Even if they couldn't at first find a use for it. She supposed anything that attracted them enough in the short space they had to rifle through the rooms, would probably be able to hold some kind of fascination for an onlooker. But when she began to browse at speed, she realised that nearly everything seemed likely and nothing really jumped out as perfect. One room had a table in it with dining crockery laid out. She had never used such things and was merely drawn to the silver cutlery shine, lifting a spoon and twirling it in her long fingers. She also took three teacups, of chipped white china. The next room was a bedroom, stripped bare but there was still a white mattress cover on the bed, with elastic at the corners. Caspa put everything else down and draped the entire sheet around her shoulders, before gathering the other objects again. She floated like a pantomime ghost around the rest of Terra's floor, finding a large wooden hairbrush under an unused bed, and a statue of a pig made out of pottery standing in a wall alcove. It was such a strange looking thing she couldn't leave it: the pig appeared to be standing on its hind-legs like a luperci, and had a fedora upon its head. Not much good for trickery, perhaps. She couldn't see that anything more obvious would turn up, though. Her thoughts turned to that strange woman, months before - the one who'd tried to tell Caspa her future as if it existed already, using picture cards. Caspa had taken her cards, because that had been black magic and a dangerous, delusional trick. They were hidden upstairs where no evil mind could reach them. Surely they'd be no use - they were only for those who pretended that what they did was real. She had enough to carry, anyway. Descending the stairs slowly so as not to trip, she remembered also her throwing knives - she couldn't leave them in the doorway where anyone small enough might run underneath and have one fall on their head - and had to do some juggling in order to get all the objects into her arms, ending up holding the spoon between her teeth. The ever-speedy Terra was outside first and Caspa glanced interestedly at her collection. "Quiet pl'ss, you ss?" she inquired obtusely.
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