Through The Living Glass

Good morning! Who do I need to slap?

She chuckled sadly. "I do not, unfortunately." Tam stared at the small bird in her hands. "Shoe?" she whispered. Shoe nodded. Hey, Tam. Tam hugged Shoe close, and tears began to fall from her eyes. Shoe felt his own tearing up. Same. 'Night

"Well, I'm not an expert in how this all works, but it has to do with them breaking whatever power doesn't let me leave -oh, and yes, I can't physically leave- or basically bullying Ciara into setting me free." She held out the pigeon she'd been carrying, and looked between it and the Narrator. "My- my brother?" She looked back at the bird in her hands. "You mean Shoe?" she said quietly. Shoe began bobbing up and down excitedly.

"Oh, I would love to get out of this dreadful place," she said, shaking her head, "But I can't leave without someone of equal power to Ciara helping me free. Did you know you needed another Ennuller to come along?" Tam blinked at the pigeon-Narrator. "What?"

YESSSSSS Chip skateboards

"Ah. Alright then," Tam nodded. Ah I see it now Tam's very flattered "That's alright. At least one of you can speak with me."

Bread cars that run on butter

SPRINKLES

"Hey there." She looked at each pigeon. "Are you all Narrators?" she said quietly.

H, NO! ah, wait H, NO! RIGHT Whipped cream for snow imagine

Tam turned and looked at the pigeon. "Ah, that makes more sense." Tam couldn't hear her. LIBERIA PFFT

SYRUP WATERGUNS I want one

Wow that's crazy Pancake Kajsa

Unfortunately, no. I walked through a few select passageways, and then . . . I was simply outside. He looked ahead and noticed that one of the hallways was lit. Wait, everyone quiet. Shoe landed and waddled closer to the light. --- Tam whistled a tune while she walked, though she wasn’t sure what song it was. She wasn’t going anywhere in particular, but she thought about stopping by the kitchen and making herself a snack, or visiting the small library with the same books she’d already read a million times. She sometimes joked with herself about having a staring contest with Sentry, if only to annoy him. She was half-tempted to do it. She sighed. It was pretty boring around here, if she was being honest. She missed the outside world. In the midst of her contemplation, she heard a small, soft noise coming from behind her. She stopped whistling and turned around, but didn’t see anything. Strange. Then a small, gray, feathery head poked itself out from behind one of the stone corners and looked at her curiously. As Tam watched, the small pigeon waddled out into the middle of the hallway, and just stood there, staring at her. She was surprised. Sure, animals sometimes wandered in through the portal, but Sentry generally took care of them before they got further than the entrance hall. She approached the small creature cautiously, not wanting to scare it away. “Hey,” she said softly, kneeling on the stone, her dress pooling around her. “You got pretty far, didn’t you?” She reached out to touch it, and it didn’t even flinch as she gently pet its head. Two more heads peaked out from the corner. Tam was surprised, “There’s more? Well, what a clever little bunch you must be.” She looked at the first pigeon. Was there something wrong with it? She knew normal pigeons were sometimes fine around people, but she’d never seen anyone successfully pet one before. Maybe it was sick or something? She signed again. If only she had her Narration. “Well, we should get you out of here before Ciara comes around, yeah?” She scooped up the fragile-seeming bird. Poor thing was shaking like a leaf. She hoped it was okay, but there was nothing to be done about it anyway. “Let’s go.” She hugged the bird close while she walked through the fortress’s winding passageways. She was pretty sure the other ones were following behind her. --- As Tam carried him to the entrance, Shoe didn't know what to do. He'd been trying to talk to her, but . . . her Narration wasn't working. She can't hear me . . . Seeing her for the first time in a decade . . . he'd felt so happy at first, until he realized she didn't recognize him. Guys, uh . . . help? HEH

Pancake town with a pancake school and pancake bell

He wouldn't honestly Many more than I thought there were, Shoe answered.

For whom the pancake tolls Sounds like a kids novel

I sure hope so.

She is- was. Hopefully she still is. He sighed. It really has been far too long.

She has- well, she had- blonde hair, like mine, and blue eyes. She was a good foot shorter than me when I saw her last . . . She'll be a woman now, he realized. I mean, of course I knew she would be, but something about that never seemed quite . . . real, until now. He was silent for a moment. Oh, and she has freckles. Average height, blond hair, green eyes.

Natsu's already a pigeon. Cricket was falling through the air and so Bacon turned him into a pigeon . . . -anyway- Shoe (and company) flew through empty hallway after empty hallway, lights turning on when they entered a new one and turning off when they exited. He never saw any other illuminated hallways, which he supposed was both a good and bad thing. Where is she? he thought worriedly to himself. If anyone else wants to do something rq I gotta write a scene up.

Fair enough True

Ah . . . I see. I'm just going to sit down for a moment . . . Aela sat against a tree.