doublefried | HAWKS PALACE

HAWKS PALACE

The process of entering the palace is... smooth. Painless.

You are falling, but it's not scary at the speed you're going. You drop through the pre-dawn sky like a feather, light and easy on a breeze, descending towards a bright and multicolored island in a sea of dark trees.

When you land, you are somewhere new.

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[Stepping up to the ticket booth, nodding at the human and the bird-]

Good afternoon.

Hello again.

The bird poses.

The generic human puts on a customer service smile!! "Good afternoon! Welcome to HeroLand!"

One ticket please.

[Then, to the bird-]

This place doesn't seem to suit you. So, I'm assuming it's his? Is the forest also his? Or is that yours?

"Of course!"

The perfectly generic human hands over an admission ticket and a receipt (the fact that no money was exchanged doesn't seem to factor into this at all) as well as a park map with little blurbs of key attractions.

"Have a heroically good time at Hero Land!"

Meanwhile, the bird preens.

This place of flashing lights and loud noises is his, not mine. The forest is mine, not his. We are content to remain separate in this way.

So if I go into the forest, I will not find him? Are you at the gate to look for him? Or to see who is coming in?

I am here to observe. Should there be an emergency, I can intervene. If someone enters with clear intent to do harm, I will deal with them.

I do not believe you will find him in the forest