Savannah had been working on that bookshelf for months now, lovingly carving it, sanding it to perfection with dried cat tails, and she’d had blood moss sitting in shadow oil for a week to make sure it’d be the perfect deep-red varnish. She’d even gone so far as to grind black pearls into a powder much finer than sand to add to the mix to make it shimmer in sunlight. She flinched as the carrier piggle shot through the open window of her crafting room, narrowly avoiding the giant bookcase she’d been working on and slamming into the wall on the far side of the room. She collected it as it wobbled back into the air, it’s little pink wings beating furiously to keep the comically round body aloft.
“Hello there.” She was trying her hardest not to laugh at the poor thing, letting it sit on the crook of her elbow as she took the little scroll from it, unfurling it with her free hand.
Report to Krockotopia at once!
She sighed as she wandered back over to the window, giving the carrier piggle a little kiss on the head before launching him into the air and turning back to her workshop. She cleaned up her belongings, locking the black powder and special varnish away, cleaning her hands off on her smock and straightening out her hair which just fell right back into her face anyway. She laughed out loud into the silence, putting out the two torches in the room and shuffling off for her own. It was a quick matter of getting changed and brushing her hair before she was ready, tying the moosho straw hat under her chin and grabbing her enchanted sword from besides the bed. The previously still blade throbbed to life in her hands, making her smile as she closed up the house, making sure food was stored and candles were blown out. She almost forgot to lock the door on the way out, contemplating the little message that she’d tucked into her messenger bag, which hung across her body from her shoulder, wrinkling the ornate green robes. She whistled and a lion bounded playfully up to her, stopping and wiggling it’s hind quarters for a mock pounce, stopping when she held up her hands.
“Official business Zora.” She dug her fingers into his thick mane, making him purr loudly as she scratched behind his amazingly powerful jaw. “Ready for another adventure?” He squatted so she could climb onto his back, steering him forwards with her hands on his mane, and they took off into another adventure.
The dry heat of Krockotopia was a nice change from the oppressive humidity of Mooshu but she still took a deep breath of the cold, dry air of the safe house, stopping as she realized there were a whole bunch of people there, and almost all of them were looking at her. She recognized a few faces, Professor Greyrose sat in an over stuffed chair with a teacup looking a little shaken and Professor Cyrius Drake was standing there looking as impatient and agitated as ever.
“There you are!” She recognized the first person to speak as the doctor from the Pet Pavilion in...