what to do?”
“Why don’t we go into town? It’s a really nice place, the little I’ve seen of it, anyway.” Mathieu suggested with a shrug.
Avian bobbed her head in agreement. “Okay. We can go to this store that sells all sorts of crap. It’s pretty cool.”
“Crap is my kind of thing.” Mathieu joked.
She pointed towards the door. “Good, we’ll take the carriage.”
“Wait a minutes…I thought you’d only ever gone to Fallon…” He raised an eyebrow.
Avian wrinkled her nose slyly. “Sometimes I sneak out to go to this store, but it’s the only place in the city I’ve gone.”
Mathieu laughed.
The carriage turned out to be an armored, Energy Jewel ran machine that seated four people. Hopping into the front seat, Avian fired up the contraption and pulled out of the garage it was housed it. The engine roared as she drove through the city, passed the people crowded the streets and into the more industrial area. People didn’t seem to notice them mixing into the general populace, ignoring yet another carriage on the road. “You’re my protector, right? So you’ll like protect me even if I go to places like parties, right?”
“Er…yeah, I suppose.” He said with a small frown.
“Well, there’s this…thing. It’s a congregation of Elise and her officials along with our ‘important’ people. I want to go. It‘s in three weeks.”
“Um, ‘important people’?” Mathieu tilted his head, “And why would you want to go to that?”
“There are always tensions between groups of people, or countries, and stuff. We aren’t any different. Just because we haven’t gone to war doesn’t mean that it can’t happen. I have no idea what the true political situation is like and I’m supposed to take over some day. I need to know. I need to know.” She pleaded slightly and pouted as she drove.
“I’ve never done anything like that. I doubt I’d be suitable to go. Take Narrie, she’d probably like that.” He tried to deter her.
Laughing, Avian parked the carriage. “Narrie hates going to gatherings. She can’t help from being her normal…charming self.” Getting out, she waited for him before going into the building.
It was dark inside with random knickknacks pressed tightly together: on shelves, on the floor, on counters, everywhere. It was an interesting sight, everything from obscure weaponry to soft clothing and cuddly objects. Some things squeaked with life while others lay there, waiting to be lifted and given purpose.
“I used to come here as a kid whenever I was healthy enough. The owner is a nice older man with a son he never hears from. We all just call him Grandpa.” She edged around a rack of weird, slimy looking things.
Mathieu lightly touched a ball of bright purple light that sat on a shelf as he passed. It made an ‘eep’ sound before skittering away, floating a few yard back. Staring at it, he waiting, keeping his hand where it was.
Slowly, it cautiously floated forward until it had passed his hand and was a hairsbreadth from his face. It looked fluffy, yet also seemed to be made out of some sort of swirling, ethereal mist. He knew this was a façade for he had touched it a mere moment ago and it had been very solid.
“How odd.” Mathieu smiled as it brushed against his cheek warmly in an affectionate gesture, making a soft ‘murr’ sound.
“Well, little fella, you finally got your glow back.” A wizen old man came out from behind a shelf and smiled. He held himself up with a cane and really did seem like the grandfather type. One of his eyes was blank with blindness.
Avian squeaked with delight. “Hi, Grandpa! How are you today?” She hugged the man around the shoulders.
“Good, good. Haven’t seen the likes of you around here lately. Not in a good while, that’s for sure. But who’s this? And where is that lovely Narrie?” Grandpa said with a wiggle
“Why don’t we go into town? It’s a really nice place, the little I’ve seen of it, anyway.” Mathieu suggested with a shrug.
Avian bobbed her head in agreement. “Okay. We can go to this store that sells all sorts of crap. It’s pretty cool.”
“Crap is my kind of thing.” Mathieu joked.
She pointed towards the door. “Good, we’ll take the carriage.”
“Wait a minutes…I thought you’d only ever gone to Fallon…” He raised an eyebrow.
Avian wrinkled her nose slyly. “Sometimes I sneak out to go to this store, but it’s the only place in the city I’ve gone.”
Mathieu laughed.
The carriage turned out to be an armored, Energy Jewel ran machine that seated four people. Hopping into the front seat, Avian fired up the contraption and pulled out of the garage it was housed it. The engine roared as she drove through the city, passed the people crowded the streets and into the more industrial area. People didn’t seem to notice them mixing into the general populace, ignoring yet another carriage on the road. “You’re my protector, right? So you’ll like protect me even if I go to places like parties, right?”
“Er…yeah, I suppose.” He said with a small frown.
“Well, there’s this…thing. It’s a congregation of Elise and her officials along with our ‘important’ people. I want to go. It‘s in three weeks.”
“Um, ‘important people’?” Mathieu tilted his head, “And why would you want to go to that?”
“There are always tensions between groups of people, or countries, and stuff. We aren’t any different. Just because we haven’t gone to war doesn’t mean that it can’t happen. I have no idea what the true political situation is like and I’m supposed to take over some day. I need to know. I need to know.” She pleaded slightly and pouted as she drove.
“I’ve never done anything like that. I doubt I’d be suitable to go. Take Narrie, she’d probably like that.” He tried to deter her.
Laughing, Avian parked the carriage. “Narrie hates going to gatherings. She can’t help from being her normal…charming self.” Getting out, she waited for him before going into the building.
It was dark inside with random knickknacks pressed tightly together: on shelves, on the floor, on counters, everywhere. It was an interesting sight, everything from obscure weaponry to soft clothing and cuddly objects. Some things squeaked with life while others lay there, waiting to be lifted and given purpose.
“I used to come here as a kid whenever I was healthy enough. The owner is a nice older man with a son he never hears from. We all just call him Grandpa.” She edged around a rack of weird, slimy looking things.
Mathieu lightly touched a ball of bright purple light that sat on a shelf as he passed. It made an ‘eep’ sound before skittering away, floating a few yard back. Staring at it, he waiting, keeping his hand where it was.
Slowly, it cautiously floated forward until it had passed his hand and was a hairsbreadth from his face. It looked fluffy, yet also seemed to be made out of some sort of swirling, ethereal mist. He knew this was a façade for he had touched it a mere moment ago and it had been very solid.
“How odd.” Mathieu smiled as it brushed against his cheek warmly in an affectionate gesture, making a soft ‘murr’ sound.
“Well, little fella, you finally got your glow back.” A wizen old man came out from behind a shelf and smiled. He held himself up with a cane and really did seem like the grandfather type. One of his eyes was blank with blindness.
Avian squeaked with delight. “Hi, Grandpa! How are you today?” She hugged the man around the shoulders.
“Good, good. Haven’t seen the likes of you around here lately. Not in a good while, that’s for sure. But who’s this? And where is that lovely Narrie?” Grandpa said with a wiggle
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