Dana stretches, and finds herself sitting in an overstuffed chair with well-worn upholstery. In front of her are bookshelves, tall and imposing. Immediately, she is filled with terror: this is a library. Dana wants to gasp, but she stifles the sound with a hand over her mouth and sinks down lower in the chair, trying to hide. Librarians can hear far better than humans can, though their vision is based on movement. If she stays quiet and still, she can survive.
"What is it?" someone whispers over her shoulder. It is a tiny voice, filled with fear, and Dana startles and almost falls out of the chair. She turns her head sharply, glaring at whoever is foolish enough to speak, and finds herself confronted with a small creature with huge brown eyes, clinging to the top of the chair. It is trembling, clearly just as afraid as Dana is, its ears swiveling around like antennae. "Did you hear something?" it says. He says.
Dana shakes her head. "Just you," she whispers back. "Who are you?" Dana knows, somehow, that this creature is a who and not a what.
"Teotimus," he says, his head turning with short sharp movements as he looks around the library. "I know you, you're...you're Dana." he climbs down the backrest of the chair, still trembling.
"I know you somehow," Dana replies, tilting her head. Teotimus looks at her, glances back around at the looming shelves, and then jumps the short distance onto Dana's shoulder. He weighs almost nothing, but Dana feels the impact like the drape of a heavy blanket. "Oh," she whispers, and brings a hand up to touch his soft gray fur. It comforts both of them, the feeling multiplied by their closeness. They sit perched in the chair, clinging to one another, and gradually the trembling subsides.
"I think," says Teotimus, climbing up onto her head, "I think this isn't a dangerous place." his tail drapes around Dana's neck, twitching as he looks around from the improved perspective. "I see light over there."
"There's no windows in the library," Dana murmurs. "The librarians would break them..." But then, of course, this isn't Night Vale. She remembers with a small frown; she is not home any more.
"There's windows," Teotimus affirms, peering over the chair. "And something else, look!" his whispering voice is full of excitement and curiosity. "It's beautiful."
Dana raises herself up, turning around to look over the back of the chair, and is astounded at the sight: A great creature with golden wings and a majestic feathery mane. There is also a man, and the beast rumbles a sound at him like thunder. Thunder that sounds the tiniest bit like Sumerian.
Teotimus clutches Dana's hair with his tiny, gecko-like hands, and they let out a single shriek.
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"What is it?" someone whispers over her shoulder. It is a tiny voice, filled with fear, and Dana startles and almost falls out of the chair. She turns her head sharply, glaring at whoever is foolish enough to speak, and finds herself confronted with a small creature with huge brown eyes, clinging to the top of the chair. It is trembling, clearly just as afraid as Dana is, its ears swiveling around like antennae. "Did you hear something?" it says. He says.
Dana shakes her head. "Just you," she whispers back. "Who are you?" Dana knows, somehow, that this creature is a who and not a what.
"Teotimus," he says, his head turning with short sharp movements as he looks around the library. "I know you, you're...you're Dana." he climbs down the backrest of the chair, still trembling.
"I know you somehow," Dana replies, tilting her head. Teotimus looks at her, glances back around at the looming shelves, and then jumps the short distance onto Dana's shoulder. He weighs almost nothing, but Dana feels the impact like the drape of a heavy blanket. "Oh," she whispers, and brings a hand up to touch his soft gray fur. It comforts both of them, the feeling multiplied by their closeness. They sit perched in the chair, clinging to one another, and gradually the trembling subsides.
"I think," says Teotimus, climbing up onto her head, "I think this isn't a dangerous place." his tail drapes around Dana's neck, twitching as he looks around from the improved perspective. "I see light over there."
"There's no windows in the library," Dana murmurs. "The librarians would break them..." But then, of course, this isn't Night Vale. She remembers with a small frown; she is not home any more.
"There's windows," Teotimus affirms, peering over the chair. "And something else, look!" his whispering voice is full of excitement and curiosity. "It's beautiful."
Dana raises herself up, turning around to look over the back of the chair, and is astounded at the sight: A great creature with golden wings and a majestic feathery mane. There is also a man, and the beast rumbles a sound at him like thunder. Thunder that sounds the tiniest bit like Sumerian.
Teotimus clutches Dana's hair with his tiny, gecko-like hands, and they let out a single shriek.