A screech owl blew in the door with a whistle of confused indignation, stubby wings flapping madly. Hey! What the--oh, for feck's sake, this is completely undignified! One minute she'd been emerging from a mirror in Tel Aviv to talk to some of her descendants, and the next...insta-dust-storm, blinding winds, complete disorientation...and here
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He indicated the observation window with a nod of his head.
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"Oh yeah, manners. Hi. I'm the Thea Ardat." She stuck out a ruby-nailed hand. "Thanks for the intro. Do people just...show up here?" She frowned thoughtfully, wondering if some magician had conjured her.
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"Though I'm really too much of an avowed hedonist to mind someone putting a bar in my way...this is funky!" She turned her yellow eyes to the woman.
"I'm Thea. Thanks for asking, anyway. What's your name?"
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She had lost her temper with humanity again, after the promise of the late '60s became a shallow, hedonistic, materialistic '70s. She had gone back into her Realm, behind the mirror, and this was one of her first times out since then. She'd been summoned a few times, and wandered through the dreams of her few devotees. But the whole time she'd been rather hungry for real contact. This was her chance.
"So...can I ask you something? That...window over there. What's so awful about it?"
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