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“I don’t trust these shapeshifters. What if I eat a chicken and then it turns out that it was not a chicken, but a stupid shapeshifter, who decided that it would be very cool to turn into a chicken? Gross. A stupid shapeshifter is the last thing I want to put in my mouth.”

The time spent enchanting was Lotus’ favourite part of the night. The workroom was still warm, since one of her parents would still be working the forge, and she was able to bask in that warmth while binding magic to certain pieces.

The enchanting process was a long one, especially since she was still learning how to do it, and her mind often wandered. As such, she barely heard her brother trying to tell her to take over at the counter, and she was startled when he touched one of her wings.

“Have you ever wondered if trees think?” Such a random question but it had been on her mind lately. “I reckon they do, what do you think?” 

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The Doctor walked around her Tardis, a weird feeling in her gut. She did not like it one bit! It felt like a warning, like something was going to happen. Of course, it wasn’t like she could very well just ignore it! What if someone needed her help?! No, she had to investigate, figure out what exactly she was feeling and why. As well as where it was coming from.

Easier said than done.

It’d been a few days now and the Time Lord had dropped her friends off back on Earth. She didn’t want her new family being pulled into the middle of whatever was happening. She could already tell that it wasn’t good! Yaz had protested, which led to Ryan protesting, and even Graham wanting to help her as well, not wanting the Doctor to fight whatever it was alone. But the Doctor knew more than them. She’d seen and experienced more. Lost more people. She didn’t want to lose them too.

Flying through space almost blindly, there was what looked like a heating pad wrapping around the Time Lord’s stomach, now that she was standing still. Although it was giving off a bit of heat, like a heating pad, there were wires coming out of it that connected to the control panel in the middle of the room. She was trying to follow the feeling, a concentration on her face as she tried focusing on nothing but the feeling within her. The Tardis could fly herself with the instructions coming through the wires. The Doctor just barely noticed when they landed, more so because of the noise filling the room than anything else.

At first, she waited.  

Was she there? Wherever ‘there’ was; the place something was going to happen. That didn’t last long, of course, before the blonde was ripping everything off of herself and flying out the doors. Luckily, she’d stopped when she actually got outside.  

How cute! 

A tiny creature had appeared from seemingly nowhere and hell if she can’t resist trying to pet them. Crouching to the forest floor, her hand stretched out, gently encouraging the small coatimundi to her.

❝ Hey, little one. It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you. ❞ 

Why was she here again? Ah, it wasn't immediately important. It’s fine.