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Idalia saw him looking and waved at him. "Hi!"

"Whyyre you confused?" Idalia patted his head again and sat heavily in a chair, head spinning and heart pounding.

"You ARE cute! I am drunk." She looked over at the boy sprawled across the floor. "And he's weird," she whispered conspiratorially.

"Alchohol! Thatsss what I's aimin' for anyways." Idalia smirked at the guy and patted his head. "Yurrr cute! Name?"

Idalia looked around in confusion. What was going on? Everything was passing in a blur. "Whyrre you huggnggg a plnttt?" She asked the new arrival, stumbling over her words and ...

Idalia stumbled into another tavern, intent on forgetting that this nightmare ever happened and drowning her sorrows. She saw a guy sitting alone at a table, drink untouched. "Mind if ...

“I have a question. What am I supposed to do with this tiny scrap of paper? And why is this one droning on about King Tut and fighting the wind?” ...

Name: Arabella Mitchel Age: 17, born 1824 Gender: Female Species: Avifauna (something I created, but basically a bird-person) Time Period: 1841 Appearance: Long curly black hair, purple-black eyes, cr

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