The large doors to the Sorting Room opened and in stumbled a frazzled hare in a waistcoat. He was stressed to find no dining table or tea anywhere. He couldn’t smell the delectables of pancakes and muffins, of cookies and sugar, of dates and pudding. He took out his pocket watch, staring at the hands. He moved in to sniff the glass face mutter ( Read more... )

"Kolot? If you can hear me, I need you to check the left stabilizer again, it didn't feel right last run." The woman who appeared in the Sorting Room stretched and rubbed tiredly at her eyes, waiting for the angry chatter of her Ewok copilot demanding that she check it herself. It didn't come. "Kolot?" She blinked the bleariness from her eyes ( Read more... )