I‘m goin’ to leave the most excitin’ part for last. So, I guess I’ll start back on the twenty-eighth. I had a particularly interestin’ conversation with Dirge and David, relatin’ to just why Ms. Silver is so scary. Seems that back in the ‘80s, long before I came to Vegas, there wasn’t such a shortage of prestos or whatever you want to call them. The worst part about them, so it was told to me, is that they’re curious about things they ought not to be curious about. Arcadia, namely. Apparently one from Seattle came around, a real creep. He fell in with one of ours, but she wouldn’t tell him what he wanted to know… horrible, horrible things happened to her, and I don’t want to think about that. Anyway, Ms. Silver found her in his basement, and was she ever mad. David says she sought him out, didn’t say a word but had him sent and sold to the Hobs at the Market. Says she told them how to take away his magic, too.
Remind me never to make her mad.
Anyway, other things are keepin’ us occupied lately. Ondrej‘s Helsing problem has turned out to be a group based in London- the Ashwood Abbey, I guess they’re called. Who knows why they’re interested, but as long as they are that puts us in more than a little danger. It sets me on edge to know they’re watchin’, because if they’re watchin’ him who’s to say they en’t watchin’ me?
Oh, I heard about somethin’ I need to look into, too. Mr. Finch got a hold of me and Red th’ other day, he wants us to take a look at the pelts’ shiny new supercomputer, installed recently at the Inferno. It’s called the Leviathan, built by a man named Cray. He’s a tricky one, and I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t think he was a wonder-worker. After that little trick Red tried, I’m almost positive. I ought to ask Ms. Silver ’bout that.
On to the most recent adventure.
Masa has apparently made friends with Jess and Cassandra, as the three of them planned an expedition to go hunting for Equinox fruit. He invited us to come along too, as you can never really have too much help goin’ Hedgeside. So there’s me, my dear brothers, Jess, Cassandra, and Frederick (by the way, he apparently knows how to say ‘Masa’ now. I’m a little worried ‘bout that, but not nearly so much as Red is) plus Masa’s clockwork thing and Jess’s turtle. We wandered for hours, and faced a couple of riddles (not my forte, but we figured them out) and eventually found a tree. The thing was very tall, frozen at the bottom but growin’ like it was May at the top; unfortunately, that wasn’t all.
At the top of the tree and around the clearing were a couple of creatures the likes of which… well, can’t really be explained unless you’re one of the Lost. They were like piles of leaves. Big, hungry, toothy piles of leaves. One of ‘em pounced on Red, nearly killed him. Me and Jess shot up the tree, goin’ for the prize; the rest fought the things off. Masa even pinned one under his contraption. Frederick stabbed one a whole bunch of times, Cassandra beat the tar outta the one on top of Red, and Ondrej took a coupla shots at the one Masa was on top of. I hate to admit, I was terrified of the things. Fightin’ en’t ever been my strong suit (so to speak), but I hate the fear that comes over me now. Didn’t used to… but that aside, we got out all right. Cassandra patched Red up, and we found our way out.
After survivin’ all that, there’s a couple things I’m pretty certain of.
One, Masa is far more interestin’ than I thought. I should get to know him a little better.
Two, if we can survive Hedge-things, we can survive Vegas. (Right?)
Three, Frederick is smarter than I thought.
Four, these wings en’t useless but they sure could be better…
Maybe it’s time for this little bird to learn how to fly.
“Fly along with me, I can’t quite make it alone
Tryin’ to make this life my own
And I’m lookin’ for a complication
Lookin’ ‘cause I’m tired of lyin’
I’ll make my way back home when I learn to fly.” (FF)