It’s well past the time when Chantal should be home, tucked safely in her four-poster bed, even by her own standards, so she’s not entirely surprised when she falls asleep on the walk home. Right after the clock chimes, she collapses softly in a doorway, her handbag in her lap, and doesn’t move as the world churns around her. Buildings shift,
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He sets out to return home, but the streets have changed, and without meaning to, he gets lost. He frowns at he sight of the carnival -- who has time for such frivolities -- but perhaps someone there can tell him how to get back to his neighborhood.
He spots Chantal as she goes around the carousel. Isn't that the Von Krumrhein girl? "Uh... Miss? Pardon me, Miss?" He calls out as her horse comes around.
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"Ye-e-es?" she chirps musically in response. "Can I help you?"
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"I... ah, I'm afraid I'm lost..." She's already on the other side of the carousel. He sighs and looks up, feeling foolish, and catches sight of the birds carved on its top. Robins, bluebirds, cardinals --
One of the birds is an owl, and it feels him with a sudden dread. When Chantal appears around again, he looks pale.
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"Oh, dear, you don't look well at all," she tsks softly. "I'm sorry, I'll behave myself. Maybe you had better sit down..."
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