"Wake up, Kelyn!" Cadok's excited voice rouses Kelyn from her sleep, and she grumbles into wakefulness, opening one eye to glare at her little brother. "It's the fair today!" He is far too excited to be put off by her early morning grouchiness. "Do you think there'll be a magician this time?" "I don't know," Kelyn says, rubbing her eye and yawning. "There hasn't been one for a while." "Why not?" "No idea." "You used to love copying them when you were little," Kelyn's mum says unhelpfully. She's holding a basket of cloth, fine-woven samples for the fair. "Did she really?" Cadok abandons Kelyn's bedside to walk with his mum. Kelyn glares at them both, to no avail. "After every fair, she'd get dressed up and pretend to do uplander magic."