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[color=f49ac2]✡ Inside the [url=https://i.imgur.com/hRybkcZ.jpg]Green Man[/url] ✡[/color]
[hr][color=f49ac2]✡ Time: The Night Before Morning ✡ Location: Crocus - Outskirts of the City ✡ Interaction: [url=https://i.imgur.com/sdzBdMy.jpg]Ollivander Pottle[/url], [url=https://i.imgur.com/TQEMkyd.png]Lém[/url]  ✡[/color]
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It would be a peculiar sight for those who hadn't yet seen it. Just beyond the city proper, stationed and rooted upon the grassy mountainous hillsides of Crocus was a massive colossal. It stood as motionless as a tree, and to the unfamiliar eye, it'd seem like nothing more than a titan-sized monument. But this colossal was more than just a frozen husk of stone; within its crevices was an entire living quarters. A few bedrooms, a kitchen, a study, an outdoor precipice (perfect for Bebe's stargazing and Ollivanders star collecting), and a self-disposing lavatory. 

Within one of these bedrooms was Bébé, and so was Lém, but he was out cold, curled up into a ball and snoring under the warmth of a blanket. Bébé's hand was resting upon his head, caressing his hair slightly as she listened to the breathing of her kid brother. She chuckled softly, suddenly bemused and still in a state of slight shock by his presence. It was a surprise for her, but especially for her grandfather, who was not pleased that Lém had stowed away inside one of his luggage bags (thanks to his magic that allows him to shrink all the way down to the size of a bee). 

Certain that her magic had put Bee (This is what Bébé called Lém) to sleep for good tonight, she left him to his dreams and rendezvoused with her grandfather Ollivander upon the outdoor precipice on the Green Man's right shoulder. She paused, an expression of admiration on her face as she approached slowly. Ollivander didn't look at her, his gaze affixed to a bright ball of light that was floating from the sky, permeating the space around it with a glittery shimmer until it fell into a porcelain jar Ollivander held out. Once the sparkling ball entered the jar, he closed it, [color=silver][b]"Consistency is permissible. Illumination measures are a bit replete. Need to tone down variable brightness. Particle emission will do wonders for...".[/b][/color] He paused, looking to Bébé, [color=silver][b]"Have you got all that?" [/b][/color]

Bébé blinked, [color=f49ac2]"Ah. Right. Elune?"[/color], she called out, and a quill pen came floating from within her night garments. The quill pen autonomously jotted down what Ollivander had said into Bebe's Dream Journal, verbatim, and then lingered around her idly. [color=f49ac2]"Have you forgotten your journal again tonight Papa?"[/color], she asked, fingers interlaced behind her back as she came close to the inspect the captured star. Her eyes pulsed against it's starlight, [color=silver][b]"No no. Never forgotten. Hardly required when your presence is always guaranteed when I commune with the stars."[/b][/color] Bébé rolled her eyes and turned away from the jar, her gentle brown eyes looking wistfully to the night sky. The moon was beautiful tonight. 

[color=f49ac2]"I want to commune with the stars too."[/color] she said softly. 

Ollivander looked to her and then to the sky, [color=silver][b]"In due time."[/b][/color]

She could have pressed the matter further, but remained silent. She understood that she had neglected her star collecting duties when she was living in the Star Circus, and now that she was 18 and hadn't collected a single star for use or selling in her entire life, it would be like trying to learning to write with your right hand (she was left handed). She had handicapped herself in the art of star collecting and Ollivander knew this. He'd speak to her about it only when he felt she was ready to learn. And so she remained quiet, as not to agitate him with her persistence. Bébé was charastically persistent and passionate, but she knew her grandfathers quirky temperament. They were different, but also similar in many ways. 

After a continued moment of quiet stillness between them, when all that could be heard was the wind and the song of night jays, Ollivander beckoned Bébé to follow him into his study and once they were there, he retrieved a golden envelope with a red seal and slid it into her hands, [b][color=silver]"For Torys."[/color][/b], he stated blankly, before his gaze grew furrowed and stern, [color=silver][b]"Now Bébé, I know of your proclivity for distraction..."[/b][/color]

[color=f49ac2]"Papa please."[/color] she cut in, [color=f49ac2]"I'm just curious about things. Lots of things..."[/color] 

[color=silver][b]"Well I need your resolution to this task. These are my earnings from selling stars and I plan to allocate the majority of my earnings to Fenixtear for the foreseeable future."[/b][/color]

[color=f49ac2]"Is that so?"[/color]

[color=silver][b]"Yes. And I can't have you fluttering about and then forgetting to deliver this to the guildmaster. Or worse, get yourself captured again."[/b][/color] 

[color=f49ac2]"Papa, you were captured too..."[/color] she jested with a bemused smile.  

[color=silver][b]"An informality. And I'd rather not summon my collosal to squash a few Starless squeebs."[/b][/color] (what Ollivander calls weak mages) [color=silver][b]"They were harmless and we were hardly in any substantive danger."[/b][/color]

[color=f49ac2]"Think they'll send more?"[/color] Bébé asked, stuffing the envelope into her nightgown and patting it into the pocket for safe measure. 

[b][color=silver]"Indubitably. In any case, you will properly deliver this parcel won't you?"[/color][/b]

[color=f49ac2]"Yes Papa."[/color] she said firmly. 

[color=silver][b]"Splendid. And we can discuss what to do with that stowaway brother of yours later."[/b][/color] he said, a crossed look on his face. 

Bébé frowned. [color=f49ac2]"Don't look at me. I didn't tell Bee to do it. Though truthfully, I would have done the same."[/color]

Ollivander, though initially furious that Lem had hidden in his suitcase, suddenly smiled. It was a knowing smile, one of familiarity and all too relatable. [color=silver][b]"As would I."[/b][/color] 

They both shared a quiet moment only a grandfather and his similar granddaughter can share. An amused smile appeared upon their countenances and then they both laughed. 

And so the night ended peacefully; Bébé went to sleep in her own corridor, while Ollivander stayed up a bit later to work on a star formula. Then even he fell to the lull of the night. But in the morning...when the veil of stars dissipate for sunlight, new adventures await. What does Fenixtear have in store for Bébé Pottle, The Dreamer of the Star Circus?