Well, monitoring the globe wasn’t exactly minding his own business, but he wasn’t paying much mind to the workshop.
- when it happened. A red thread just lashed out of nowhere and curled around his pinkie finger like it belonged there, and Tim’s reaction is verging on panic. He stands up so abruptly the chair knocks over, because he lives in Santa’s workshop with an assortment of impossible myths and the red thread of fate just found him.
He has to find Kon.
No, he has to avoid Kon.
He hasn’t finished the internal debate over whether this calls for avoiding or finding when his eyes see the other person on the string. That can’t be right. Stacia’s not supposed to the one the other end of the thread. “What did you do?”
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Well, monitoring the globe wasn’t exactly minding his own business, but he wasn’t paying much mind to the workshop.
- when it happened. A red thread just lashed out of nowhere and curled around his pinkie finger like it belonged there, and Tim’s reaction is verging on panic. He stands up so abruptly the chair knocks over, because he lives in Santa’s workshop with an assortment of impossible myths and the red thread of fate just found him.
He has to find Kon.
No, he has to avoid Kon.
He hasn’t finished the internal debate over whether this calls for avoiding or finding when his eyes see the other person on the string. That can’t be right. Stacia’s not supposed to the one the other end of the thread. “What did you do?”