"Ren, we've got a red kougra from the Gallery entrance." A male green wocky said into his walkie-talkie from behind a desk in front of the door. Gala tensed, preparing to run. The wocky looked up and chuckled. "There's no need to run, hon. We don't send ownerless pets to the pound here." Gala frowned, looking confused.
"Only an ownerless pet could have seen that door. Does this place look like part of the catacombs?" The wocky gestured around, and Gala suddenly realized her surroundings. She was looking down a cute neighborhood of neotownhouses in rows down streets, with little gardens and artwork dappled around. The pets walking around seemed oblivious to anything going on behind the door Gala had just stepped through. As Gala looked around, she became aware of a very odd thing. The door she had just come through was one in a chain of doors that were on a huge wall that extended high above her, up to the sky.
'Wait a second...' Gala squinted. 'That's not the sky! That's just a ceiling painted blue!' Gala stared at the wocky, who chuckled, as if he could read her thoughts.
"This is CaraTown. It's where the pets Ren finds live." The wocky grinned. "I'm Bramble. I watch for new arrivals from this section. These doors cover the entire rim of CaraTown. The doors are magical, and this entire town is magic. It's inside a little gypsy caravan, hence the name CaraTown." Gala nodded a she looked around. She could feel the magic in the air, open and flowing freely, not stifling like a box. She thought back to what he had just said.
"Who's Ren?" Gala asked naively. Bramble laughed, and Gala jumped at the sound.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Bramble smiled at her sympathetically. "I keep forgetting how few people have heard of the Renegade Faer..." Gala's jaw dropped open, and she interrupted him.
"The Renegade Fae? THE Renegade Faerie?" Gala's mouth was in a distinct O shape. Bramble chuckled.
"So you have heard of her. She's not exactly the most famous or the most glamourous fae." He grinned. "But most of us think that's a good thing." Gala smiled apprehensibly, then shuddered as she felt a wave of something over her head. The wocky stared at her curiously. "What's wrong?"
"Didn't you feel that? It flowed over my head like water!" Gala stared back at him.
"The only thing flowing constantly is magic. You can sense magic? Whoah, you've gotta met Ren!" The wocky looked excited and he spoke into his walkie-talkie again. "Ren, I just found a pet who can apparently sense magic. I'm bringing her to you. Can you get Dewdrop to fill my spot for now?" A muffled yes came from the walkie-talkie, and the Bramble dragged Gala over to a red door, different from the white with black symbol type Gala had walked through all around it. He opened it, revealing a grassy clearing in the middle of a forest. The walked out, and Gala craned her neck to see behind her. They had just come out of a cute small caravan car in good condition, painted red and black, with the words "The Wandering Outcasts" emblazoned on the side. Bramble pulled her over to another Caravan, this one baby blue and white. Bramble opened the door and pushed Gala into it gently.
This caravan was relatively normal. It seemed about the size it should be. A bed was pushed in the back with a large chest at its foot. A desk was on the other side with some books on a shelf above it (obviously magically held in place or they'd fly off every time they changed directions). A soft blue rug hugged the floor, matching the beekadoodle's egg blue of the walls. The most impressive thing about the room was the person who was sitting on the bed. It was a faerie with dazzling blue, red, and yellow wings. Her extravagant wings seemed out of place with the rest of her though: she was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a white T-shirt, completely in contrast with the cute little outfits the other Fae wore. Some grass stains on her knees and mud on her ratty looking sneakers showed she was far less conscious of her looks.
Bramble grinned at Ren as she set aside a notepad she'd been writing in and smiled kindly at the wocky and the skinny light red kougra next to him. "Hello Bramble, is this the little pet you said could sense magic?" She knelt on the ground so she could be near eye level. Her beautiful wings folded against her back, and diminished in grandeur.
"Yes'm." Brambles gently pushed Gala forward. She crouched as low to the ground as possible, looking lik a small rug. Ren laughed lightly.
"Kitten, do you fear me? You look like you've lived a hard life. Don't worry, you're welcome here. What is your name?"
"GalaLeFey, ma'am" Gala spoke meekly, almost as if afraid of losing her chance at staying. The Renegade Fae laughed again, startling Gala.
"There's no need to be stiff. Calling me Ren is fine! GalaLeFey... Hmmm, like Gala the faerie. I suppose you've heard of my old friend, the Half Fae Queen, Fyora's mother?" Ren asked curiously.
"Yes ma'a... Ren. I think someone once told me I was named after her. Her story was one of my favorites!" Gala grinned enthusiastically, the much-loved topic loosening her up.
"You have good taste in tales. And yes, you were named after her. Not for no reason, either, it seems. You said you could sense the magic moving in CaraTown?" Ren came back to the original topic.
Gala shrugged. "I dunno what magic feels like, so I don't really know if I can sense it." Ren looked thoughtful for a moment, then pulled out her wand.
"Do you mind if I experiment?" Gala shook her head, meaning it was ok. Ren made a slight movement with her wand and pointed at a vase behind Gala. Gala felt a wave pass her, not so strong as the one before, but still quite distinct.
"I can see you felt that, the look in your eyes tells it all. What peculiar eyes you have, too! Like drops of honey!" Gala blushed, though it was lost under her soft red fur. "Will you come over here for a moment?"
Gala blinked, then shrugged as she lightly walked over. Ren placed a gentle hand on Gala's head. Gala could hear Ren murmuring something, but was suddenly acutely aware of being immersed in what seemed like a pool of magic. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, which suddenly felt like they were on fire. As she calmed herself, she felt the magic fall away. Gala shiverred. She stretched, her back in particular felt really tense. Bramble stared at her. Gala glanced at him questioningly. Ren conjured up a mirror, and held it up to Gala. She stared into it, and suddenly noticed the new appendages on her back. "W-wings?" Her pale red fur suddenly drained of color, fading into a shocked shade of white. "MY FUR!" Gala yelped, and looked at herself in the mirror, turning in circles. "What happened? Why do I look like a ghost now?"
Ren shrugged, looking surprised. "I blessed you and, unlike other fae, my blessings are never the same twice. Yours gave you wings and, apparently, changed the color of your fur."
Gala looked at her fur, the white was changing into a confused shade of gray. "So why is it still changing? Can't decide on the right color?" Gala stared at her reflection in the mirror, which was now just floating in midair.
"Perhaps. Who knows? I don't know why my powers are like this, it's just a peculiar aspect of my faedom." Ren smiled with mock wistfullness. Gala giggled, her fur turning a shade of light blue.
"There it goes again! What's going on?!" Gala demanded of her reflection. Her fur turned bright red in a seeming reply. Ren looked thoughtful.
"Hmmm... This is just a hunch, but I think it may be in truth... Gala, I think the color of your fur is in tune with your emotions. Your fur is a giant mood ring, so to speak. Well, this may be a problem, but maybe you can control it yourself? I suppose this clenches it though. You'll have to start magical training with me immediately. Let's see if I'm up to par, though, because most of the time I come across pets with strong magical powers, it's usually only in one element and all I need to do is send them to the nearest fae of that sort for training. You... well, you seem to be of no element, or maybe every element? I don't know. Only time will tell. Bramble," The green wocky, who had been silently watching all that had been taking place, looked up expectantly. "Find GalaLeFey a home in CaraTown. A one pet flat would probably be best, but make sure there's a bunch of other pets living nearby, preferably ones who have already had fae training and are living here. Maybe in your section?" Bramble nodded. "Until tomorrow, Gala." Ren picked up her notepad once more, dipping a large quill pen in an inkwell and writing.
Bramble tugged Gala out of Ren's caravan. "Ren writes in Fae runes, there's no use trying to read over her shoulder. It all looks like Peadackle scratch unless you know how to write it. Fae runes also can supposedly be used in spells, though how, I have no idea." Bramble grinned as they walked back into CaraTown. "Welcome to your new home, for now at least."
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Author Notes: It's a little short, but there was alot of dialog. I had a little trouble with it... -_-
"Only an ownerless pet could have seen that door. Does this place look like part of the catacombs?" The wocky gestured around, and Gala suddenly realized her surroundings. She was looking down a cute neighborhood of neotownhouses in rows down streets, with little gardens and artwork dappled around. The pets walking around seemed oblivious to anything going on behind the door Gala had just stepped through. As Gala looked around, she became aware of a very odd thing. The door she had just come through was one in a chain of doors that were on a huge wall that extended high above her, up to the sky.
'Wait a second...' Gala squinted. 'That's not the sky! That's just a ceiling painted blue!' Gala stared at the wocky, who chuckled, as if he could read her thoughts.
"This is CaraTown. It's where the pets Ren finds live." The wocky grinned. "I'm Bramble. I watch for new arrivals from this section. These doors cover the entire rim of CaraTown. The doors are magical, and this entire town is magic. It's inside a little gypsy caravan, hence the name CaraTown." Gala nodded a she looked around. She could feel the magic in the air, open and flowing freely, not stifling like a box. She thought back to what he had just said.
"Who's Ren?" Gala asked naively. Bramble laughed, and Gala jumped at the sound.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Bramble smiled at her sympathetically. "I keep forgetting how few people have heard of the Renegade Faer..." Gala's jaw dropped open, and she interrupted him.
"The Renegade Fae? THE Renegade Faerie?" Gala's mouth was in a distinct O shape. Bramble chuckled.
"So you have heard of her. She's not exactly the most famous or the most glamourous fae." He grinned. "But most of us think that's a good thing." Gala smiled apprehensibly, then shuddered as she felt a wave of something over her head. The wocky stared at her curiously. "What's wrong?"
"Didn't you feel that? It flowed over my head like water!" Gala stared back at him.
"The only thing flowing constantly is magic. You can sense magic? Whoah, you've gotta met Ren!" The wocky looked excited and he spoke into his walkie-talkie again. "Ren, I just found a pet who can apparently sense magic. I'm bringing her to you. Can you get Dewdrop to fill my spot for now?" A muffled yes came from the walkie-talkie, and the Bramble dragged Gala over to a red door, different from the white with black symbol type Gala had walked through all around it. He opened it, revealing a grassy clearing in the middle of a forest. The walked out, and Gala craned her neck to see behind her. They had just come out of a cute small caravan car in good condition, painted red and black, with the words "The Wandering Outcasts" emblazoned on the side. Bramble pulled her over to another Caravan, this one baby blue and white. Bramble opened the door and pushed Gala into it gently.
This caravan was relatively normal. It seemed about the size it should be. A bed was pushed in the back with a large chest at its foot. A desk was on the other side with some books on a shelf above it (obviously magically held in place or they'd fly off every time they changed directions). A soft blue rug hugged the floor, matching the beekadoodle's egg blue of the walls. The most impressive thing about the room was the person who was sitting on the bed. It was a faerie with dazzling blue, red, and yellow wings. Her extravagant wings seemed out of place with the rest of her though: she was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a white T-shirt, completely in contrast with the cute little outfits the other Fae wore. Some grass stains on her knees and mud on her ratty looking sneakers showed she was far less conscious of her looks.
Bramble grinned at Ren as she set aside a notepad she'd been writing in and smiled kindly at the wocky and the skinny light red kougra next to him. "Hello Bramble, is this the little pet you said could sense magic?" She knelt on the ground so she could be near eye level. Her beautiful wings folded against her back, and diminished in grandeur.
"Yes'm." Brambles gently pushed Gala forward. She crouched as low to the ground as possible, looking lik a small rug. Ren laughed lightly.
"Kitten, do you fear me? You look like you've lived a hard life. Don't worry, you're welcome here. What is your name?"
"GalaLeFey, ma'am" Gala spoke meekly, almost as if afraid of losing her chance at staying. The Renegade Fae laughed again, startling Gala.
"There's no need to be stiff. Calling me Ren is fine! GalaLeFey... Hmmm, like Gala the faerie. I suppose you've heard of my old friend, the Half Fae Queen, Fyora's mother?" Ren asked curiously.
"Yes ma'a... Ren. I think someone once told me I was named after her. Her story was one of my favorites!" Gala grinned enthusiastically, the much-loved topic loosening her up.
"You have good taste in tales. And yes, you were named after her. Not for no reason, either, it seems. You said you could sense the magic moving in CaraTown?" Ren came back to the original topic.
Gala shrugged. "I dunno what magic feels like, so I don't really know if I can sense it." Ren looked thoughtful for a moment, then pulled out her wand.
"Do you mind if I experiment?" Gala shook her head, meaning it was ok. Ren made a slight movement with her wand and pointed at a vase behind Gala. Gala felt a wave pass her, not so strong as the one before, but still quite distinct.
"I can see you felt that, the look in your eyes tells it all. What peculiar eyes you have, too! Like drops of honey!" Gala blushed, though it was lost under her soft red fur. "Will you come over here for a moment?"
Gala blinked, then shrugged as she lightly walked over. Ren placed a gentle hand on Gala's head. Gala could hear Ren murmuring something, but was suddenly acutely aware of being immersed in what seemed like a pool of magic. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, which suddenly felt like they were on fire. As she calmed herself, she felt the magic fall away. Gala shiverred. She stretched, her back in particular felt really tense. Bramble stared at her. Gala glanced at him questioningly. Ren conjured up a mirror, and held it up to Gala. She stared into it, and suddenly noticed the new appendages on her back. "W-wings?" Her pale red fur suddenly drained of color, fading into a shocked shade of white. "MY FUR!" Gala yelped, and looked at herself in the mirror, turning in circles. "What happened? Why do I look like a ghost now?"
Ren shrugged, looking surprised. "I blessed you and, unlike other fae, my blessings are never the same twice. Yours gave you wings and, apparently, changed the color of your fur."
Gala looked at her fur, the white was changing into a confused shade of gray. "So why is it still changing? Can't decide on the right color?" Gala stared at her reflection in the mirror, which was now just floating in midair.
"Perhaps. Who knows? I don't know why my powers are like this, it's just a peculiar aspect of my faedom." Ren smiled with mock wistfullness. Gala giggled, her fur turning a shade of light blue.
"There it goes again! What's going on?!" Gala demanded of her reflection. Her fur turned bright red in a seeming reply. Ren looked thoughtful.
"Hmmm... This is just a hunch, but I think it may be in truth... Gala, I think the color of your fur is in tune with your emotions. Your fur is a giant mood ring, so to speak. Well, this may be a problem, but maybe you can control it yourself? I suppose this clenches it though. You'll have to start magical training with me immediately. Let's see if I'm up to par, though, because most of the time I come across pets with strong magical powers, it's usually only in one element and all I need to do is send them to the nearest fae of that sort for training. You... well, you seem to be of no element, or maybe every element? I don't know. Only time will tell. Bramble," The green wocky, who had been silently watching all that had been taking place, looked up expectantly. "Find GalaLeFey a home in CaraTown. A one pet flat would probably be best, but make sure there's a bunch of other pets living nearby, preferably ones who have already had fae training and are living here. Maybe in your section?" Bramble nodded. "Until tomorrow, Gala." Ren picked up her notepad once more, dipping a large quill pen in an inkwell and writing.
Bramble tugged Gala out of Ren's caravan. "Ren writes in Fae runes, there's no use trying to read over her shoulder. It all looks like Peadackle scratch unless you know how to write it. Fae runes also can supposedly be used in spells, though how, I have no idea." Bramble grinned as they walked back into CaraTown. "Welcome to your new home, for now at least."
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Author Notes: It's a little short, but there was alot of dialog. I had a little trouble with it... -_-