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Rescue Pet Part 2It didn’t take long for Connor to reach the clinic, hurrying to the front desk. He was glad it was slow on a weekday like today; he wouldn’t have to worry about them not being able to get to her immediately. “I called earlier to say I was getting a new pet and that I’d need to get her checked out. Situation’s changed. She’s in bad shape and needs treatment immediately.” The receptionist arched a brow, a bit surprised to hear a new pet would be in bad shape. It was rare for pets to be sold in anything but top condition. Even so, she led him to an exam room and left to get the vet.
Connor opened the crate and tried to urge the girl to come out, but she was either too stubborn and afraid, or too weak. The vet entered and introduced himself to Connor, and Connor passed the crate to him. The vet tilted the crate and looked into it, pulling out a light to shine in and get a better look before trying to get her out. The man muttered under his breath a
Rescue Pet Part 1The door of the pet store chimed as Connor stepped inside. He had wanted to get a new pet for a while now, but last time he had come in, there hadn’t been much selection and they had been out of many types. But while he was on his way to get a drink at the coffee shop this morning, he had noticed the truck pulling in to deliver new pets. The shop was owned by a couple of Syorians like himself, which he was glad for. He wasn’t fond of the shops run by Syors; the stores tended to double as an exotic food store and the unsold pets, especially the humans, were usually eaten.
He shook his head as he cleared that thought, making his way to the back of the pet store as he sipped his coffee. They would just be going through the new arrivals, pricing them and loading them into the cages and pens that held them. As he glanced at one of the cages containing a few humans, he overheard the owners talking as they went through the new arrivals currently in small cages on a cart.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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