It seemed, however, that Allorah’s patience had finally reached the end of its tether. Sighing heavily, she turned back from the crackling bonfire just head, retracing her steps towards her home. She figured that would be the quickest way of finding Pip again, since he really didn’t have anywhere else he could have gone. As much as she acted like she didn’t care about him any more than an employer would, she genuinely did care about his well-being. Plus, who knew, maybe a kid decided that he looked like a fun toy, and decided to keep him for Christmas. The little dinosaur was pretty darn cute. Maybe next time around, she’d have to craft an assistant that more closely resembled a full-grown Sickle, or perhaps one of those Clockwork Felloxes. Live and learn.
Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for her to come across a familiar set of tracks in the snow, even despite how disturbed the fluffy surface had since become. After all, it wasn’t every day that you saw tiny velociraptor tracks in the heart of town (or anywhere else, for that matter). Oddly enough, they were headed in the direction she had been walking, meaning that Pip had at least made it this far. Frowning lightly in puzzlement, she turned around once again, retracing her own steps towards the bonfire as she tried to figure out where the tracks led to.
[9 – The Bonfire]
Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for her to come across a familiar set of tracks in the snow, even despite how disturbed the fluffy surface had since become. After all, it wasn’t every day that you saw tiny velociraptor tracks in the heart of town (or anywhere else, for that matter). Oddly enough, they were headed in the direction she had been walking, meaning that Pip had at least made it this far. Frowning lightly in puzzlement, she turned around once again, retracing her own steps towards the bonfire as she tried to figure out where the tracks led to.
[9 – The Bonfire]