Petra laughed quietly. It was a low, sweet sound, and for a split second that laughter seemed to add warmth to her face and eyes. "Turn and see," was her explanation as her smile faded to simple bemusement.
Perched upon the table with his legs swinging back and forth was a small child. He looked as though he belonged in that movie theater with it's blood red floors and monochrome setting, but instead he sat upon the table with his fox-like companion who's wings ruffled in a sort of impatient huff.
Just beneath the child's hand that rested upon the table was a small slip of paper that read:
"We were beautiful monsters -- the kind this city thrives on, allows to flourish and greedily destroys. A creature such as thi.."
The older Forgotten stood with an unreadable look across her face. This was strange. The child was no mere babe, but seemed to be slightly older -- a toddler at least. It was no wonder, really. The House and Library had been acting strange. It was restless and it's power, particularly that of illusion from what she could gather from Ende's babbling, was growing.
She turned her gaze away from the child and his curious daemon and to the woman at her side. "They were meant for you to care for."
Lineart by endejester & coloring by Kipestshin!