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Who: Michael and Daenerys
Where: Michael's room!
When: Why not today?
Rating: PG, to be updated if needed.
Summary: Daenerys' dragon goes exploring and ends up where it ought not be.
The Story:
Michael doesn't often get visitors. That reality suits him just fine: although he's used to the constant buzz of his siblings coming and going and sometimes cautiously seeking him out for directions, the number of people in Wonderland whose presence he enjoys is severely restricted. He spent thousands of years existing all but alone before his Father created his brothers and sisters anyway, so the isolation doesn't trouble him.
Of the - once again, severely restricted - number of people who do take an interest in seeking him out, most don't knock. Neither do they scratch and paw at the door like a pest seeking entrance, however, which is definitely what he's hearing at the moment. He turns his head just in time to watch the door to his room creak open a few inches, something silvery darting through the gap.
As far as he's aware, Wonderland doesn't have a pest problem. (This week, at least - one can never be sure that the next event won't bring an infestation of one form or another.) He might not mind if it did. Rats tend not to give him as much lip as the rest of Wonderland's inhabitants.
Whatever just slipped into his room isn't a rat, though. It has too many scales and not enough hair. He gets a better look at it as it scrabbles across his floor and hops up on the table, taking an interest in the elaborate fruit platter that Michael had really only ever intended as decoration.
Where: Michael's room!
When: Why not today?
Rating: PG, to be updated if needed.
Summary: Daenerys' dragon goes exploring and ends up where it ought not be.
The Story:
Michael doesn't often get visitors. That reality suits him just fine: although he's used to the constant buzz of his siblings coming and going and sometimes cautiously seeking him out for directions, the number of people in Wonderland whose presence he enjoys is severely restricted. He spent thousands of years existing all but alone before his Father created his brothers and sisters anyway, so the isolation doesn't trouble him.
Of the - once again, severely restricted - number of people who do take an interest in seeking him out, most don't knock. Neither do they scratch and paw at the door like a pest seeking entrance, however, which is definitely what he's hearing at the moment. He turns his head just in time to watch the door to his room creak open a few inches, something silvery darting through the gap.
As far as he's aware, Wonderland doesn't have a pest problem. (This week, at least - one can never be sure that the next event won't bring an infestation of one form or another.) He might not mind if it did. Rats tend not to give him as much lip as the rest of Wonderland's inhabitants.
Whatever just slipped into his room isn't a rat, though. It has too many scales and not enough hair. He gets a better look at it as it scrabbles across his floor and hops up on the table, taking an interest in the elaborate fruit platter that Michael had really only ever intended as decoration.