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He nodded as the bell on the shop door rang. A thin old woman entered, clutching her cane. Ms. Alcolett, the owner of the bird, had evidently been...
She frowned, her brow furrowing. "I... I don't know. I can't remember much before waking up in that place."
Her eyes widened and she looked around frantically. "You're joking. This is a joke. I have a family, Warner. I'm not dead. This... this is a...
"Probably nothing," he said with a sniff. "Rat automatons love to cause mischief. It was probably some trash he found in the sewers and he brought...
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly as she stared at the boy in front of her. "I'm dead?"
He blinked in surprise, raising one bushy eyebrow. "A mouse? An organic one or automaton?"
"Oh, nice," she said, taking a deep breath. "That's an added benefit. Can you tell me what's going on, now?"
He looked down at it and took it, his brow furrowing. Something flashed in his eyes, but the rest of his face was hard to read, and after a...
She relaxed slightly, nodding to herself. "But I will be eaten eventually, right?"
The bird landed on Aspen's head and began tugging at her hair. "A note?" Mr. Pemberly asked over his shoulder, pulling out the tea kettle. He...
She looked around, gripping onto the feathers of the creature as she took a deep breath. "Warner, am I going to be eaten?"
"Oh?" he asked conversationally, heading back to the kitchen area. "Did you get anything?" The bird in the cage chirped impatiently at Aspen,...
She blinked, looking around with awe, her jade eyes widening. She tucked a lock of white hair behind her ear as it flew loose. "What... what is...
"Yes, uh..." he said, clearly a little out of it. He stood up, leaning against his cane again as he looked around thoughtfully. He cleared his...
He snorted awake, his eyes widening with the action as he snuffled. “Ah, Aspen. My apologies, I must have... dozed off.”
Adeline squeezed her eyes shut as they dove through the portal, a small yelp ripping itself from her chest as they made it through.
Mr. Pemberly was in his workshop when she arrived the next morning, his head tipped back slightly in sleep with his mouth slightly open. A gentle...
Adeline felt the air leave her lungs as she looked down off the side of the creature, her eyes wide with amazement.
(Time skip?)
She laughed despite herself, gripping the feathers of the creature.
