[color=0076a3]"If'n oi had answers, oi'd 'av 'em for ya,"[/color] Kaath softly groaned in response to Walker's suppositions. She then appeared to shrink back as violet raised her voice, their ambiguous pools of amber, wide, flicking from the ball of fire in her hands to her face. While Violet appeared to be recomposing themselves, however, they once again narrowed as they returned the cloth to a pocket. Still, they heard the fortune teller out, looking frustrated yet perplexed at the mention that the Kites fought. "On the topic of sloppy desperation..." they sneered at Walker with a scoff, their brow then twitching as Kite slid off of the slab and and deeply inhaled as if about to speak.
The feathery fluff of Kaath's mane defensively sharpened back, and it would take a moment to note the silence that then filled the room. Kaath's eyes were locked on the rabbit-like creature's eyes, as theirs were set on hers.

[color=0076a3]"W-wouldn't [i]you[/i] like to know?"[/color] she defensively hissed after a few seconds, holding their sword tighter but maintaining eye-contact for another moment, the slits heating to a deeper hue as the faint clicking sounds rose from behind the plated scarf. Clearly subjecting Kaath to a line of questions through visions, the woman now began to seem visibly unnerved, their mostly-contained anger reflexively slipping out, exposing the glaring weakness of the strange figure. The scalding glare of the alien creature passed back to the other two in consideration before snapping back to Kite, the heat and weight leaving their eyes which grew wide. A hand moved from their sword to the medals on their coat, [color=0076a3]"I..."[/color] she began...and Kite tilted his head.

The rage was abruptly back in strides, whatever implication or question issued by the rabbit having been apparently the wrong one, as Kaath let out a scream of a roar in the same breath as barking, [color=0076a3]"AND WHAT HAVE [i]YOU[/i] DONE, VALKET!? WHO HAVE [i]YOU[/i] KILLED FOR [i]YOUR[/i] BAUBLES!?!?"[/color]
Trembling, the woman appeared to have taken on a stature that put her a few inches taller than before, though hunched as they loomed from the corner that a tall shadow cast over the flames of the small fire which fluttered and spat in withering timidity from the chill that emanated from the woman. Kaath visibly swelled in their coat, the stitching creaking against the outline of muscles that pushed from within the fabric. 
Kite held up his hands, ears folding back, though Kaath swiftly and dismissively hissed, [color=0076a3]"Yesss. A common misssstake!"[/color]

This time, however, her movements seemed slow, the tip of the massive sword dragging a few feet across the cobblestone as Kaath stomped and single pace forward and seemingly made every effort to heft the sword into a horizontal slash, but it was as if the blade had gained a mass that the monster was having significant difficulty even lifting. Kite hopped up onto the slab to avoid how the sword sank into the side of it before tumbling from the shallow cut and dragging Kaath down...until it fell from her grip...and clattered to the ground with a heavy, but not abnormally so, weight.

A moment of stillness washed over the scene as Kaath silently stared at the sword before whispering, [color=0076a3]"Loq[i]i[/i]as.."[/color]
And she was gone, a sighing wash of warm air filling the vacuum as they sharply faded without another sound. The fire rumbling back to life, though diminished with its limited fuel, slowly crept back up the logs which tipped over in a small flurry of sparks.
Kite eased themselves down, avoiding stepping on the sword to wave their hand through the space Kaath once occupied, without resistance. Ears still folded back, they looked to Violet and Walker with urgency before turning to the fire, pinching the tips of their fingers together, causing the metal caps on the end of their gloves to clink.

A chime like a bell rang out, light in timbre...
...and shadows on the wall [color=gray]began to ripple into existence.

A silhouette of a large bipedal figure with a long snout, it wormed and swirled to become a bloated...serpent?
The fire crackled and thrummed with a swirl of wind to bolster its light.
The figure brightly shone from a pin-prick in the middle of it...and then began to peel away like parchment being set alight from behind.
The figure was then a person.
The figure was then the first beast, the light continuing to expand, burning into the shape of a sword that grew, almost difficult to look at in its light as it grew to overcome the shadow.
A wreath of flickering shadows blew around it like a breeze.[/color]

The display dissolved in an instant as a voice spoke from down the tunnel, its voice pleasant, but the words indiscernable. This accompanied a hollow booming of stone being shifted as light faintly shown at the end of the hall.
The voice spoke again, and was cut short by the sound of smashing pottery.

Kite sniffed, a folded ear flicking as they looked down the hall and then over to the others. 

[color=00a99d]"Miss! ...Miss?"[/color] the voice called, clearer but echoing, [color=00a99d]"Oh...I suppose I will wait here, then."[/color] Kite's ears slowly stood back up, starting to casually make their way down the hall, stepping around rather than over the sword. They briefly looked back to the others, but continued, regardless.

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[center][h1][u][b]Segment 2[/b][/u][/h1]
[h2]Birds in the Willows[/h2]

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The glow from outside the opening revealed itself to be a ray of sunlight pouring in through the trees. This mouth of a cave being something built into a hill in the middle of apparently nowhere. Faintly, the distant babble of a brook could be heard over the warble of foreign birds and chirps of a myriad of insects. Gently, the trees waved from a breeze that passed far above, but also leisurely whistled through the trees in a hauntingly melodic tune as if a flute was being played some countless miles away.

[color=00a99d]"Hoo hoo~"[/color] a voice warmly chirped from nearby, somewhere to the right. At about this time, the melodic whistling stopped, dulling to a soft humming. An angled hat with a skull-shaped pin sat nearby the door, a colorful tapestry of clean-looking fabric hung over a log to the side of the faded trail. Pale chunks of porcelain flecks appeared to have been violently scattered in that same direction along with the dust of whatever caused the mess to be embedded into the rockface; something having impacted it hard and directionally for the mess to have been made. Two knee-high boots laid at the base of this mark, still occupied by presumably their former owner's legs which hung out. However, no blood was present, instead, the legs appeared...[i]smashed[/i] off...as if the legs within them were made of the same porcelain substance that scattered the forest floor.

[color=00a99d]"Da'anes-e'da!"[/color] The voice once again spoke from the bushes that the hat laid upon, a greeting like the one Kaath had given. [color=00a99d]"Please, if you will, pardon such circumstances. I intended to be presentable for this part. The Madam appears to have been put in a mood."[/color] The voice sang, though their tone fell to an apologetic impression on the last sentence. [color=00a99d]"Ah! My manners. You [i]must[/i] distressed from such events, I will-"[/color] they began, one of the legs flexing and kicking once. [color=00a99d]"...Regrettably...I was recently rendered immobile. Please endeavor to remain calm while I...just..."[/color] they apologetically yet mechanically stated, the toes and knees of the boots flexing and turning, painstakingly but determinately attempting to crawl to where the tapestry laid.
[color=00a99d]"While I do not feel pain, I understand how the development of my state can yield distress...I will understand if you are no longer present when I recompose, however..."[/color] they were cut off by a guttural squawk of a large bird was heard not far off along with a gentle snapping of bone. [color=00a99d]"In the Madam's stead, I request your permission for me to guide you from the wilds."[/color] they warmly...almost monotonously explained. After a moment, the voice chirped, [color=00a99d]"My hearing is currently impaired, and I will repeat a semblance of this message, momentarily."[/color]

The voice in the bushes, the bottom half of a face made of a porcelain-like substance would then begin softly singing and melodically humming while the shards gently trembled and the boots continued to worm their way, one agonizing yet patient inch at a time. At the base of the mark where the boots wiggled from trembled a pointed ear-shaped depiction of the same material.

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