#link 01

It was novel at least, moving around this area of the city without having to transform. But the novelty had fast worn thin, something needed to be done lest this place tear itself apart. Side with their captors who had been erstwhile entirely silent until they needed their victims help, or side with aggressive invaders who offered her true self restored with the promise of freedom that may simply be destruction in disguise. 

Better the devil you know, right? Except she didn’t know the stars, no did. If anything time had never been a concern, so things staying the same was still better than the threat of the unknown even if the same was far from ideal. Many were caught in the crossfire and helping them was certainly good for her image, but it didn’t solve anything. Yet when opportunity presented itself, she acted.

The kraken was half out of the risen water, claws and tentacles holding up a shredded entrance to a collapsing building as those seeking shelter filtered out to look for someone safer to wait out the results of this attack. While many of them spared her more than a second glance that was usually fearful, it seemed they were either thankful enough or more concerned with finding new shelter. All except one of them, who who stared up at her and seemed unwavering despite his small size.

She pulled her limbs free and the half collapsed building became entirely wreckage. “And what about you?”

Finn was lying down at the edge of the lake as Disgleri stood on one of the lily pads in the water, this conversation wasn’t going anywhere fast. 

“And I’m asking you what’s down there, why are you being so cryptic? No- that’s not what I said!” 

The husky’s ears perked up and his head raised off the ground evidently more interested in this boy in green than what had been going on here for far too long. Finn approached him with a wagging tail and then sat down. 

“-now you’ve just got an attitude! Tell her I’m important, or better yet get her to come up here and I’ll tell her-” One of the larger koi bumped up under the pad while another jumped out of the water. The fairy took to the air. “Hey! Rude! Suit yourself then! I hope you get fin rot!” She made a rude gesture and then glanced over to her companion sitting in front of some... Child? Hmm. She fluttered over immediately, standing on the dog’s head. 

“Hey! Nice threads.”

——- She knows Fibonacci’s part of the festival all too well, but to hear of what it sells -- though this isn’t her first visit, new information comes of people that speak of lost heirlooms found among the items. No Place Like Home Decor, it’s called, and she’s inspecting every booth she can move her way to -- low chances, yes, but if there’s the smallest chance she can recover --

Widget. She’s had zero instruction on how to get it back or even an indication that she can. There’s a queue -- no, more a gathering taking up the space at the trinket booth beside her with more traction than other nearby stalls. Curious, Athena elevates herself on her toes, looking over the shoulders of the visitors -- there’s something round and blue peeking in the corner of her vision.

A very familiar shade of blue.

“Out of my way, please!” She wouldn’t normally be so rude to cut the line and shove, but Athena is past considering this normal in any way. Ignoring the glares and the one reprimand to ‘get back in line’, as if it even had a proper line to begin with, she paves a way to the stall. Just a little closer, almost within an arm’s reach -- !

-- Her foot collides with something, offering resistance and a sharp pang of pain. She looks down, first to look at her feet and -- did she just kick a child?

“Oh -- !!!” Oh no. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Es tut mir Leid! Are you okay?!” Momentarily forgetting the necklace, she crouches, panic flying across pale features.

  He's not sure what it is. A sort of flute, perhaps? Beautifully crafted of smooth porcelain, painted a deep blue. He turns it in his hand, once, admiringly. He’s never been very good at music. ( tone deaf, one of his mentors had said once ) But sometimes...sometimes he wishes he could play. Not that he would even know where to begin with this thing.

 He sees the young boy eyeing him wearily. Rowen just smiles -- reassuringly, he hopes -- and extends the flute out to him.

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     "Don't. You'll get snatched up." From up above, the voice did speak, warning the traveler below with a passive voice. With a shuffle, the intoner peeked at the blond stranger from between the bars of her cage. It was her own fault for not noticing the traps laid by whatever beast had set them and she would find some redemption in saving others from her own predicament. Although, while it was halved in potency, her strength was more than enough to escape from the wooden mechanism. A simple kick would splinter a exit in mere seconds.

But.

The sun was warm and the breeze was a gentle blanket, beckoning her to sleep. It was comfortable up in the trees, the twittering of birds cooing her a lullaby.  She covered her lips with the back of her hand and yawned.