Dreaming-Wordsmith

Oriela was amazed that anyone could keep their mind on dinner while Silvio was swooping and darting around the candlelit dining room like a particolored hoopoe bird. He hid under the table, popping out from the long cloth to sit on someone’s lap and snatch some of their food. He might eat the food, or he might juggle it, talk to it, or dance it like a puppet. He carried on a long, poignant conversation with a roast suckling pig. Oriela was so fascinated that the entire third course came and went without her touching a bite. A short way up the table, Michela Gritti and her friends kept looking at Oriela and giggling. Oriela had heard Mi