Who: Abi Bones and Oberon Lightfellow What: Decor advice Where: The Royal Menagerie When: Tuesday, Late Evening Why: Because Abi wants this even to be the best it can be, and she sucks at decorating Rating: Low Status: Incomplete
Abi was trying not to get too worked up about the MoonDance she was planning for April's Full Moon. Which was hard because she wanted it to be perfect. Not only did she fully believe that the event could be brilliant if she did it right, but also because Charlie had made her feel so capable and necessary and she really really did not want to disappoint him. She wanted to at least reach his expectations. And yet, here she was with a bunch of papier-mâché mooncalves (which looked more like goats if she was being honest with herself), petrified that people would show up and think it was tacky and awful.
So, even though she didn't want to, she'd asked Charlie for help, and he'd put her in touch with some bloke named Oberon. Abi had no idea who this person was, but he seemed to know her...or at least of her which is what he'd said in his response to her note. Abi wasn't exactly sure how anyone would know who she was. She was no one special. Her biggest claim to any fame was that her brother was the guard that nearly died trying to save the Prince. Not exactly something that made headlines. But this stranger had agreed to help and seeing as he was the Royal Stylist, Abi figured that she ought to just count her blessings.
It was nearing the end of her shift and most of the work involving the animals was done. She was still a little lightheaded from the Fwoopers she'd been silencing earlier, but she knew it would pass now that they were safer to be around. Her jumpsuit was a bit filthy from a spill she'd taken while once again trying to keep the Knarls' habitat in order after someone must've inevitably tried to feed them something. She was used to being a bit muddy though. There was just a bit of paperwork to finish now that the creatures were mostly settled in for the evening and she'd set out the food for the nocturnals.
She heard someone at the entrance and hurried over, knocking over a bucket of feed on her way. "I'm sorry--oh bugger--Um, the menagerie is closing to visitors in just a few minutes." She called out, unable to really see who'd entered from where she was trying to scoop feed back into the bucket a bit frantically.