[Just stepping inside the cabin is this green-skinned young lady. She frowns in confusion as she looks around, clueless as to how she got here or even where 'here' is]

What is this...

[She glances back outside; well, no turning back now. The only reason she'd headed inside at all was because of the dark clouds and the threat of rain imminent. But she ( Read more... )

[Quasimodo sits on the roof of the cabin, humming softly as he gently strokes the head of a bird in his hand with one large finger; it seems he's adjusting a little better to not being in his belltower]