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[labyrinthking]

Somewhere in the Labyrinth there walks a girl; courage and trepidation war in her heart, horror and awe are met in her countenance, and visions of David Bowie's tights-clad sugarplums dance in her head. So distracted is she, she practically trips her way through the gardens, and anyone who might be there.

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[vicioussweetie]

Ali has grown remarkably accustomed to being tripped over, since goblins are the unfortunate combination of curious and clumsy. And being consumed as she is with sorting out which native species are invasive and nasty and which can be convinced to play nice, she almost doesn't react to the girl. If it weren't for the smell... or, perhaps, the lack thereof.

But she does look up. It doesn't take her long to work out what's going on. "Well, you're a long way from home."

[labyrinthking]

The girl sits up from where she'd sprawled, rubbing her head and looking Ali over. "Who are you?" And then, making the sort of leap of logic that could only come from someone at just the right age to get away with that level of narcissism, "are you... me? If I stay here?"

[vicioussweetie]

Ali can't help but laugh at the questions. "Good gods, no, child. I'm... the gardener. And you're here looking for a baby you wished away. Pity."

[labyrinthking]

"Well... yes. How did you know?" She glances around. "I have to find him."