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Out of Thin Air chapter: 3
Midori awoke sleepily the next morning before daylight graced the sky. She yawned as she climbed down from her hay bed. One of the horses startled as she landed rather loudly on the ground.
"Steady, old boy." She cooed to the surprised animal.
The horse calmed as she made her way to the door. One the way out she grabbed an old jacket and a pair of worn pants that hung on a nail. After visiting Yackle she figured it would be best to disguise herself as a boy. Walking around alone as a young lady wasn't one of the wisest things to in the Emerald city. Midori took one last look at the place that had been her home for the night before entering turning on to the yellow brick road.
"Follow the Yellow Brick road." She grumbled as she pulled her hood up shielding her green face from the world.
Sooner then she had expected the towering factories of the Emerald city came into view. Midori wasn't sure who this Yackle woman was or where she lived. All she knew was what she had overheard the Maunts say about her. Apparently when she was small Yackle was one of the few who dared go near her.
The old woman kept saying, "This little one will defy gravity."
What the old crone meant by it no one was entirely sure, even Midori thought that she was probably senile. Eventually the crazy woman left the mauntery to return to the city life.
"With my luck she's probably croaked." Midori said aloud.
She wrapped her cloak tighter around her narrow frame as she entered a run down bar. She would have to ask about Yackle's location from people, and the kind of people who hung out in this pub probably knew the city well. Midori was greeted by the smoke of cigarettes as she entered the dank bar.
"Hello, little Missy what can I do you for?" the old bar tender asked, giving her a toothless grin.
"Um, I'm looking for an old friend of the family's, perhaps you've heard of her?" she stammered.
"I reckon I know just about everyone soul here." He replied.
"Her name is Yackle."
"Oh, when you say old you mean it. Old Yackle's about as old as dirt." He said giving a wheezing laugh.
"So you know where I can find her?"
"Certainly little Missy, she lives in the old gypsy wagon in the middle of town square by the Time Clock Dragon. But I wouldn't recommend a young lady like yourself wandering the streets at this hour. Can I offer you a room for the night?"
"That's very kind of you sir, but I already have a place to stay." She lied before briskly leaving the smelly barroom.
The cool night breeze was refreshing to her after the stuffy feeling of the bar. As much as she hated to admit it the bartender was right, the Emerald city was rather threatening at night. She made sure that her hood stayed closed around her face. Tough looking hoods stared at her from dark alleyways as she past by. Eventually she found Yackle's run down wagon right where the old bartender said it was. Midori was tempted to knock on the door then and there. But it was late and she didn't want to disturb the old woman's rest. Her eyes scanned the square for a place to stay. She settled on the Time Clock Dragon. There happened to be a small compartment inside the clock that she easily crawled into. As Midori lay there staring up at the mechanics of the clock she felt strangely at home. As though a strange sense of comfort was stored in the gears of the great machine. Before she knew it she was fast asleep.