The Train

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Fiona's POV
I snuggled up with Babbi the chicken and Cuio (Pronounced coo e oh)and Mio the goats. The goats pulled one cart each. I've always been able to talk to animals, ever since I was a kid. I had a dog back home in Ireland, his name was Rudy. The animals told me they travel every 3 days. Babbi lays eggs for everyone. She used to have a sister, Lottie, but she was tragically gotten by a wolf one night. The gypsies threw her a grand funeral, as any life was important to them. Both the goats were very strong so they tow one cart each. They also had 2 4 feet long horns each on the base of their skull.
"Fee, I'm going to bed, are you going to sleep here?" I nodded and he walked off with his hands jammed into his pockets. I felt bad rejecting him like that but I haven't felt safe like this in a very long time, even when I'm with Hugh. I heard Enoch laugh at Olive as I drifted to sleep.

I woke up before the sun started to rise. Cuio estimated it to be 5 am. I opened the pen and shut the door as Mio and Babbi were still sound asleep: Cuio walked me to the nearby lake where I could freshen up. It felt nice to get clean again. Cuio came back with a brown satin dress that reached my knees in his mouth.
"It's very lightweight as it's not real satin."
"Thank you."
He also had a towel on his neck for me.
I dried off and put my hair into two braids with two strands to frame my face left out. I had no seeds left or I'd tuck them in my braids.
The sun started to leach over the nearby mountains.
"We'd better get back before the others wake up." I nodded and looked at my discarded clothes.
I quickly rinsed them in the lake, the nearby water turned brown with prices of yellow hay floating by. I wrung them out and carried them next to me.
"Want a lift?"
I smiled and giggled as I climbed on top of Cuio. His trot was bouncy and light. I hopped off when we got back to camp. I hung my clothes on the clothesline to dry and opened the pen door for Cuio. Babbi and Mio were already awake.
"We didn't know where you two went!" Mio fretted.
"Sorry."
"Your friends are awake." I nodded and walked over to their little area.
"Good morning syndrasti!" Shouted Bekhir.
"Bekhir! Let them sleep!"
"Matilda, they need to get to London."
London? Since when are we going to London?
"Hey Fiona! Did you know we're going to London?"
I tilted my head and she explained.
"There's a loop down there!"
I titled my head again but this time she shrugged.
"Oh will you two please be quiet?" Enoch grumbled.
"You need to get up!" Emma smacked him with a pillow.
"Go away I'm dead."

We left 3 hours later. My clothes were mostly dry so I put them in Bronwyn's trunk. Everyone else left their old clothes behind, which I thought was stupid. I went to say goodbye to the animals.
"Here, we got you this."
It was a bad of seeds.
"They're mostly forest vines, probably not as strong as the ones you used to have-" Cuio cut Mio off.
"But we know you could use any help you could get." I laughed and kissed them on their heads.

We took 5 horses to the train station, 2 people a horse. I rode one by myself.
"Are you sure Fee? It might be dangerous." I nodded and kissed Hugh on the cheek.
"Oooh! Miss P saw you!" Sang Claire.
I hopped on my horse and Hugh clung to my waist. I murmured to the horse —Jenny— and she stomped her foot with a snort. I could sense she was very sarcastic.
Just as we were about to leave Emma cleared her throat.
"Um guys?" We turned to see her next to the twins.
"The twins are going to stay here, with them."
"No!" Cried Claire. She hugged them and cried.
"What about hollows and wights?"
"I deemed it safe as they move so much and stay out of the public eye."
Miss Peregrine squawked and threw a hissy fit.
"I'm sorry Miss Peregrine but I decided!" I've never seen Emma yell at our ymbryne before, but it seemed to calm her down. We all hugged the twins goodbye, but Claire and Olive were inconsolable.
The ride to town was about 25 minutes and very smooth, but I could tell Hugh was barley keeping it together. Jenny was giddy every time she heard Hugh moan in fear.
"Now, here you go syndrasti."
Bekhir handed Jake what looked like 150 pounds ($209.65 in US dollars)
"We can't take this!" Exclaimed Emma.
"Your group has done more for us than you could ever imagine!"
Radi was riding with Millard and jumped off his horse.
"Wait! Take me with you!"
"Oh for crying out loud!"
"I'm sorry we can't, this is a very dangerous mission." Emma looked apologetic.
"But look how much I've disappeared since yesterday!" His pants fell to his ankles.
"Keep your bloody pants on!"
But nothing was there. He was invisible from the waist down.
"We'll come back for you."
He looked disappointed but relieved.
We said our goodbyes and paid for 10 tickets, which took up the entire train car. We loaded our trunk in the train and Bronwyn let Miss Peregrine out of her jacket.
"No pets in this cabin!" I didn't even see the conductor walk in.
"It's not real! It's a toy!" Bronwyn lifted Miss Peregrine's good wing and pretended to wind her up. After a second she tottered forwards and moved around mechanically.
"You're much too old to have a toy!"
"Please sir," Emma started. "She's my sister, she's a bit... slow." Bronwyn scowled but started to slacken her jaw a bit. Enoch tried to suppress his giggle but the conductor heard it.
"That's it! Put her away!"
Bronwyn and Emma brought Miss Peregrine to the trunk and started whispering. The conductor left after he saw them lick Miss Peregrine in the trunk.
"Well then, let's get on our way." He clasped his hand together and spun on his heel to the door. Suddenly I heard a gunshot. I pressed back into my seat and Hugh tackled me and put his hands over my head and held me to his chest.
"Stay down!" Horace shouted. Olive and Claire began to cry and they huddled into Brownwyn.
"The bloody wights must have found us!"
"Shut up!"
"Oh children? Where are you?" Sang a voice that I could only assume belonged to a wight. I heard him step in the car, when I looked up he was standing over us.

3/2/21

Hey guys! I'm gonna try to write a chapter a day so I have some pre written for the week, have a good day!

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