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The storm blew away all that was good and precious to the little creature....

Sweeping away the magnificent flowers and the graciously minute fauna that once flourished in their flower field...

Everything left....everything disappeared...

Except the creature...who still couldn't fly

Left alone in a lifeless field of despair, with nothing and no one but itself....

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"Maybrook City is the center of excellence!" Was one of the quotes embedded into the walls of the police department's main area. It was high and mighty and extremely bold...which... was more or less expected of a city that made it's own resources and bred, time and time again, raw talent.

Zahri constantly stared at this quote with an indifference as he sat in the main hall of the MPD alone, waiting for Miss Yee to escort him to the interrogating room. Every few minutes, he would catch a glance of his parents waiting patiently in the car right outside the building; he would never admit to it- but this little gesture reassured him.

Miss Yee had strongly suggested that Zahri entered and went through the questioning process by himself. Of course, his parents were extremely against it...but Zahri agreed in an instant. He wanted to prove that the matter did not bother him too much and ended up convincing them....somehow. Although, when he was going through with his own decision, Zahri gradually began to regret it. Miss Yee had soon after left Zahri to his own devices, reassuring him that she would be back soon. Yet it had been approximately 30 minutes...and Zahri was quickly growing restless.

When Zahri was at the peak of his looming restlessness, he moved to stand and leave the facility, when, all of a sudden...a soft, slender hand clasped around his right shoulder. A flurry of thoughts rushed through his mind the second it made contact. The most prominent one being a call back to a distant memory...one that he couldn't help but blurt out, "Miss Pe-"

Once he had fully turned to see just who was clasping him so familiarly, it had come to his surprise that this person was none other than Miss Yee; most likely now gotten back from her temporary endevour. The moment they made eye contact, she smiled at him...a smile so obviously deceptive...or at least manipulative....a faux smile that she wore at every given opportunity. "Miss Penny? Was that what you were going to say? Hm...I'm not often one to be mischaracterized..." Her clouded smile never faltered as she said these words, beaming through and through with every word she enunciated...it was as if she were trying to put Zahri under some sort of spell.

"Let me re-introduce myself, since we're standing face-to-face...I am the glamourous Detective of the North Province, Lily Yee. Though the 'Glamourous' usually isn't included in the title." She said enthusiastically, grinning a little bit more earnestly than she was just previously. "I was called down here for a massive unsolved case the Local Detectives couldn't handle before I was practically forced by the Chief to tackle this one...then Tada! Head detective! Isn't that cool?"

Zahri couldn't help but look on in a daze...her rambling was incessant and annoying...hardly anything he'd pay attention to. It was likely that Miss Yee had caught on to this unfocused state and took that as the initiative to start the questioning process. She lightly tapped him on the side of his arm before beginning to walk away, "We should be going now..."

She proceeded a little ways in front of him before abruptly whipping back around to face him, "Nice ears, I heard they were rare but...wow..." This statement caused Zahri's brows to furrow.... "My ears?" He thought aloud as he stared quizzically at her.

Thinking nothing much of it due to her speeding off in an instant, Zahri quickly let go of the matter. He followed about 5 steps behind her, weaving through the various halls and corridors of the facility. The longer they walked...the more people Zahri and Miss Yee would pass by.... small, large...average sized...they would all pass by in droves, staring at the two of them with large, peering eyes. He avoided eye contact with them at all costs, even going as far as using his palm to shield his own eyes away. He didn't want to be seen. He didn't want to feel judged.