[attr="class","samjermain"]The woman sighed. What an annoyance it would be to have someone so disobedient dogging every footstep. She could only hope her strictness dammed up the teenage urge for rebellion. Without the softening influence of hubby, she knew things might get harsh. But, this was not about her fading youth, was it? “A pity.” Her face wrinkled with sympathy. “Still, no one ever said pigeons were smart, did they?”

The mention of time drew a nod. It was a little different from bringing an animal home from a shelter. Only time would tell if it fit your home or would be a curse cast upon it. “If not, I am certain there are uses for the little dear.” She smiles—an expression full of light or innocence. But what reaches her ices is nothing but bitter cold. She had no sympathy for so-called gods.

With open curiosity, her eyes followed his. Again, the eyes drew a shiver. But she also wanted to dissect these things and unfurl what mysteries they had seen. She wanted so badly to know what they did. “It appears so. It is interesting how alphabet soup seems to be at the center of so many problems.”

As the word problems fades, they find themselves standing in Fuchsia gym. A younger, even more, handsome Admin Walsh stares at them, eyes full of violence. Look at this lovely man. Threatening me with a good time. Still, she does not take kindly to unprovoked attacks. “What a rude man.” Especially when it destroyed something as beautiful as this gym. Was there a reason he could not kill people without setting everything alight? Honestly. “Fern, be a dear, and cover your eyes.”


A stinger runs across her waist. The simulation is fake but the pain is not.

“Purrseus!” The cat—squished in between these mirror walls—lifted his face irritably. “Use hypnosis!” With all these mirrors to play with, her attack would be just as capable of sending a certain uppity young man to sleep.

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