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 Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 10:12 pm
The wide hallway Brownie, Dora and Spot were exploring was surprisingly dark, dank and chilly, considering that they had just left a sunny, warm courtyard. The blade-winged Shattered hadn't been at all excited at the prospect of going to a museum, but it turned out that this wasn't an ordinary museum. It was interesting, and so empty that it didn't seem to matter that Dora made more noise than eighteen children.
"Nee, Nee, LOOKIT!" the little girl said, poking her whole chubby index finger into a crack in the wall that no one else on the planet would have found fascinating in the slightest.
"Mmm hmm," Brownie replied, her attention on a larger-than-life shield hanging high on the wall. The thing was nearly as tall as she was, but Brownie wasn't really that tall at all, so maybe it was just the right size for some muscley gladiator.
Spot briefly raised an arm from where it had been hooked around Dora's neck and pointed over her shoulder toward another hall, this one perpendicular to the one they were standing in. Go go go, he said in the girl's mind. Not lookin'.
"'Kay," Dora whispered with a smile, seemingly talking to no one. She started to move toward the mysterious hall, the shiny little dress shoes she had insisted on wearing scuffling across the stone floor.
Brownie's gaze left the shield as she rolled her eyes and turned to follow Dora and her daemon. The girl needed some serious lessons in stealth.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 7:25 pm
There were rare moments in life where Westley felt completely at ease with all the oddities in the world. His haphazard niece prancing down a museum corridor, braid swinging from side to side, with a small ebony dragon atop her head was one of them. He felt paternal, almost. The young girl had become so dear to both Rose and he. Not to mention, Sable took quite a bit of interest in times past, which was all the better for the history professor. He’d bathed her, dressed her and bundled her up on a walk through the park and now a quick stop at the museum. A tight smile reached his features as he watched both girl and Fee Dee bound from display to display, bending over and looking close but never touching.
The joy that Sable felt surrounded by the displays of old thing was more than she expected. A constant stream of babbling went between Sable and Prison as they bounced along, speeding from exhibit to exhibit before she paused at a suite of armor.
“Woooooaaah...” She gasped in surprise. “Prison! Lookit!”
There was a breath of silence passed from conscience to conscience before an uncharacteristically small voice whimpered, -It’s shiny…- the longing was evident.
Sable turned to her uncle and pointed at the large metallic case of metal. “Uncle West! Look!”
Westley chuckled and nodded at the enthusiastic girl. “I see it. That’s a knight’s armor.”
Sable let out another breathy gasp and took a few steps back to admire it. She quickly turned back to Westley and beamed. “Like in Joan of Arc?”
The guardian gave a perplexed look and nodded slowly. “Yes… But I believe that this one was made for a man… Like Shrek.”
Sable made a face at the armor as Prison scrambled down and peered out from the corner. There was another girl there… Familiar presence. But more than that, there was a substantial amount of shiny things this way too.
-Sable!- Prison called out to the girl before scurrying down the hall. -I found shinies!-
Sable tore her gaze away from the armor and darted out after her Daemon, a mental tug leading her down the hallway. -Prison, wait! As soon as Sable spotted the other girl, it was almost too late. She skidded to a halt stopping before Dora and nearly falling back.
"I-I Sorry!" Hands flitted to her mouth in worry. She paused as a blush crawled up her cheeks and giggled at the awkward feeling that struck down in her gut... "...Hello, 'm Sable."
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