Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this odd little story… especially for the one who warbles. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
Chapter 9
Caged Bird
It took Kagome two days to locate the entrance to the glassed-in conservatory she'd glimpsed on they day she'd arrived. Her sense of direction was useless when it came to navigating Stately House's meandering halls, but in the end, all she needed to do was follow her ears. Sweet warbling drew her unerringly towards a sanctuary filled with warmth and light, where bonsai and topiaries shared space. The birdcage was suspended over a potting bench; taking advantage of an upended terra cotta urn, she climbed up so her serenader was at eye level. "And who might you be?" she cooed.
End Note: This story in snippets owes some of its structure to the Live Journal community 100colors, which offers a tempting palette of prompts. This particular 'perfect' drabble benefited from Color #96, Author's Choice, Terra Cotta. Posted on May 15, 2009, with thanks to Fenikkusuken, mine beta.
