Sarah and Buster were in the park with PG when it happened. The ground trembled, the dog growled, and Sarah's stomach flopped over. Her phone rang, or began to ring, but it cut off suddenly. Dust flew up on the horizon, and Sarah--Sarah knew what this was. She moved to grab her phone--and PG dropped the dog-chewed top hat they'd been throwing. She grabbed Sarah's hand. Their fingers intertwined tightly. Sarah frowned at the horizon. Blue skies dangling over the uneven skyline.
And Buster, barking and whining and staring at Sarah as she frowned down at him. He darted away when she reached down with her free hand. Away, and then back toward their bags. Away, and then back toward their bags. Away--and then he was pulling his vest from its pocket on her bag.
She tugged her hand free from the white-faced PG. Sound and sensation flooded back, and only then did Sarah realize how muffled PG made everything. Now sirens shrieked in the distance. People screamed. Dust flew, and she heard stone rumbling against itself. She heard it all. Sarah retched, but she jogged away from PG and over to their bags. She didn't look at the magician while she buckled on Buster's vest. Sarah pulled on her fluorescent fleece; when her head popped out of the neck, PG was there. Her lips red as lipstick parted--but Sarah shook her head.
We need a hero to save
But again the call cut off before Sarah could answer. She gritted her teeth, and then shrank until she was half as tall as Buster. The woman and her mount sped off, kicking up dust. They headed for the growing dust blur further inside the city.
And Buster, barking and whining and staring at Sarah as she frowned down at him. He darted away when she reached down with her free hand. Away, and then back toward their bags. Away, and then back toward their bags. Away--and then he was pulling his vest from its pocket on her bag.
She tugged her hand free from the white-faced PG. Sound and sensation flooded back, and only then did Sarah realize how muffled PG made everything. Now sirens shrieked in the distance. People screamed. Dust flew, and she heard stone rumbling against itself. She heard it all. Sarah retched, but she jogged away from PG and over to their bags. She didn't look at the magician while she buckled on Buster's vest. Sarah pulled on her fluorescent fleece; when her head popped out of the neck, PG was there. Her lips red as lipstick parted--but Sarah shook her head.
We need a hero to save
But again the call cut off before Sarah could answer. She gritted her teeth, and then shrank until she was half as tall as Buster. The woman and her mount sped off, kicking up dust. They headed for the growing dust blur further inside the city.
Uh-oh! Something big is going down! Are the Shaevengers about to assemble :p ? I hope so!
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