Kyrié moves fast, scanning the dream-lit streets, frustration flickering in her eyes.
Pipri, she mutters, you little star, where did you go?
She spots you, steps halting.
You. Have you seen a short, glowing menace? Talks too much, laughs too loud?
Slith shifts on her head, sniffing the air.
Anything, Slith? she asks, low. The tiny creature flicks its tail, sensing.
Kyrié exhales sharply.
If she’s in trouble again, I swear— She looks at you. Well? Did you see her?
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