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Fantasy Insane Asylum for Creatures of All Kinds

Bael glanced at her and, with a flash back to that same look his own little sister used to give him, he held out his hand to offer some of the berries. He looked up again, tying to catch sight of whatever - or whoever else - was with them.
 
Bael nodded. It was a sudden jolt back to reality when the child spoke that way, and he just looked back out at the passing trees and meadows.
 
Lole looked out as well, this view was... Strange, for her. Lole was used to growing up in the city streets, not even sure what grass was. So, she asked. "What's dat?" Lole asked Bael, pointing out at the meadows.
 
He glanced at her. "Grass," he said. "It frowns everywhere out here. Lots of types. It makes everything look nicer."
 
Lole thought for a moment. Grass. This was a word she might enjoy rolling around in her mouth. "Grrrrroooorrrssssss......." She growled to herself, practising this newfound word, before bursting into a wide grin.
 
Adeline landed on the rooftop of the train when they entered, but soon held on as it was moving. Smiling as she quietly hummed, watching the scenery gone by
 
Bael looked at the ceiling, frowning, looking very perplexed. He glanced at Ippy. "...Uh, how old are you and your sister?" he asked absently.
 
As if she sensed that she was soon to be spotted, she quickly gets up and enters inside before hiding behind something and stays there being as quiet as she could
 
Bael frowned, standing up slowly, then began to wander the cart, curiously hunting for whatever was here.
 
As Bael stood up, Lole gently fell to the side. She had fallen asleep against him recently. Lole had not slept for days.
 
Adeline was hiding behind a crate, keeping quiet and still not making a sudden sound or movement as if she wasn't even here. Invisible, for anyone to see but they can tell if she is there if the person plays a specific song on a flute
 
"Twenties, never really kept track" Lachlan replied. He didnt care much for birthdays, it was his mother and him. A timeless happy experience.
 

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