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@Draconian]
Unbelievable.
Unbe
lievable!
This was just...
unbelieveable! Zooey "Pigeon" Ansbacher looked at the night sky, shaking her head. She couldn't believe it. Zooey hadn't been happy since they came to this awful, war-torn country. It definitely did not bring out the best in people. And first and foremost, it
really didn't bring out the best in her sister. Dolores' plans had been a bit on the dodgy side since they'd sailed the Cloud Skimmer into Connlaoth. But she'd really gone beyond the pale this time! Someone needed to tell her. Okay,
okay, maybe it'd been a bad idea to tell her - to yell at her, really - in front of the rest of the crew like that. Zooey could understand why Lo'd be unhappy about that, fine. But, well, she wouldn't have had to if Lo hadn't stormed out of her cabin while Zooey was pointing out to her the teeny, tiny little moral problems with her new 'business plan.' So, yeah, yelling at her in front of Tommy and Cora and Viscount Pennywhistle... Sure. She got it. But she would have apologized!
Once her sister saw sense.
But no no. She'd been told,
get on board or get off. What was Zooey to do? Lo wouldn't listen, and maybe if her little sister really left, she'd realize what a big mistake she was making. So off she'd gone, her and Cassiel, and it'd be a bit hairy, too! (Looking back on it, Zooey couldn't
really believe that Lo'd let her fall for so long. Nearly all the way! She could still hear her angry sister's taunting voice,
"What's wrong, can't you fly, little Pigeon?") And then the Cloud Skimmer had... gone. Zooey waited in place for it for a few days. Dolores would realize her mistake, give up on her insane plan, and come back for her little sister.
But two days had passed, and nothing.
So now it was on Zooey to find
her. That meant needing to get to the eastern coast before Dolores did. It would be hard, but since Lo needed to first
collect her cargo, Zooey fancied she might just have a chance. She was determined to have a chance. Oh, she was so mad at her sister. She wasn't going to get away with this! This meant, of course, that they needed transport. Preferably something discrete. It hadn't taken long in this land to realize that her and Cassiel stood out a bit. They needed horses and a wagon or carriage or something.
Which is what brought them here now. The pair - girl and, well, cat-dragon - had been casing the area for a day or two, trying to find something suitable to take. They'd nearly made off with a wagon and two horses, but they knew nothing about horses! Couldn't get them to go! But tonight they were sure of their chances. A single man who already went around with a limp, on his own, was making a delivery or something - who knew, who cared? - and when he and his wagon left the farm, that's when Zooey and Cassiel would strike.
Okay, it sounded bad, but it was for a good cause!
They didn't have to wait much longer. The man appeared again, leading the wagon out of a dimly lit barn. He boarded the front and started off down the dark, forested lane. Perfect. They watched as he went down the lane, until he was far enough away that the farm wouldn't hear anything...
This was the moment. And they were on the move. Cassiel flew out in front of the horses, flying low so no one would see them until he was a few meters in front of them. Then the cat-dragon leapt in the air in front of them, wings spread, and let out a nasty growl. The horses spooked, and during the commotion, Zooey slipped onto the wagon front next to the man. She couldn't fight him, of course, even if he was lame. But she wouldn't have to. Without a word, she crushed a little vial in a cloth, and covered the man's face with it. Grimacing, Zooey held him there until, finally, his body went limp.
Perfect!
"You think he'll help us?" A strange, not-entirely-human voice.
"Eh, he'll have to, won't he?" A girl's voice.
"I hope you're right."
"You worry too much. Ey, he's kinda cute, though, inni'he?"
"I don't think you should be thinking like that... Look, he's moving. I think he's waking up."When the young man woke he'd find himself in the back of his wagon. Which, by all appearances, was empty except him, and four curious eyes that were watching him. One hand was tied with - if Zooey could say so herself - a really very good knot to the back of the wagon. And one of his legs was, well, tucked under the girl's arm!