currently recovering
from a hiatus.
Moon was still unable to grasp the causes of her constant fascination with the mundane world. It brought up unexplainable questions to her, a world that was whimsical. Utterly strange. She wondered day and night, believing that it might have been the way that the mundy rarely asked questions. The fact that they were entirely too gullible was entertaining. Or perhaps it was the strange equilibrium that caused the constant changes in temperature and weather or the vast amount of worlds that there were. It wasn’t worlds though, was it? They were called… ah, countries. These wonderings piqued the woman’s interest and thus she began her travels. She traveled east, west, north, south. Any direction that the wind lead her and she learned quite a bit in those few years. She, however, was completely absorbed with a tale that she’d listened to during her days in Japan.
A tale of a crane that granted a wish to those who folded one thousand in its honor with an art the Japanese called ‘origami’. At first, it seemed like any other silly tale that she’d heard during her years within the mundane world, but for some reason the story stuck. She wondered countlessly if there was such a being and, of course, she thought it to be true. How did she turn from a butterfly into a human girl? A portal to come to this world? Of course there was a crane out there to grant a wish. Silly silly. Thus, she spent any time that she had whenever she wasn’t working to continue along with her project of folding cranes. Within a week, she had 50. A month and the number nearly tripled. It was odd of her to have such a measly habit, but she wanted this wish. She wanted to become forever whole. A woman who knew what she desired and could live life happy in the end, that didn’t necessarily require a reason. Strange… She was becoming like the mundane with each day that passed.
With a little clear of her throat and a light sip of coffee from a styrofoam cup that she kept close beside her, Moon continued to fold the paper. Her fingers continuously memorizing every fold, every crease. She believed that she could do it with her eyes closed now, but she didn’t want to waste such beautiful paper. Once finished, she was to set it along the bench but the December breeze carelessly slipped the paper from her grasp and lay it against the cement of the sidewalk. Hearing the oncoming footsteps, Moon’s body lurched forward in hopes of saving the crane but her efforts were cut short when she heard the crunch beneath the travelers shoe. Brown orbs widened upon seeing the shoe twist once… a second time and a third before taking a step back. Did she dare look up at the face of her perpetrator?
Slowly raising her head, she looked up in the male’s eyes; her own immediately narrowing. She felt her body begin to shake and her lips twisted into a grimace. Through clenched teeth, she began to speak. “Was it so necessary for you to step upon someone else’s belonging? Or are you too big headed to care for something smaller than your foot?”
One fable, two fables, three fables and so on. Wherever he looked around he was met with a fable’s aura. The 13 1/2 street was after all made for the Fables and for their relaxation and comfort.
Oh how he hated it. How he so intensely hated being there with every fiber in his royal body.
But yet, he had gone and went there regardless. Despite the warning bells shouting in his mind and the amount of tension present in his muscles. What on earth made him come here one might ask. To go against his own warning signs and step out of his own bubble of comfort that was his book store. Though as much as the book store was his blessing in the mundane world, it was at this time his own curse.
“Thank you.” He muttered as he closed the door behind him. His semi long hair and dark hair mirrored the circles under his eyes as they cautiously glanced around. The night terrors had taken away his rest yet again, leaving his visage to look worse than your average man and fable. Though that did not let his good looks fade completely even tucked away behind his hair. But even with the sun shining on a cold winter day, it could not ease the discomfort he felt. Though not present on his face he loathed every second.
Even with a discomfort as such, he was not about to break the Fable town law. He needed a power up, so to say, of the spell on his shop. He had stayed in that shop for decades and more without anyone noticing him. The only thing that kept those curious eyes at bay was the enchantment. It allowed him to stay in his little bubble through all these years. Allowed him to breathe even, something he direly needed. A man falling victim to the cold eyes and evil whispers of others needed a sanctuary away from it all. Which he had found in the form of Mundane books and in the end his own library of sorts.
In the midst of his own thoughts and discomfort he didn’t stop making his way through the other Fables until he felt a faint crunch sound. Without words he arched an eyebrow, stepping once, and then twice before he lifted his foot away from it. ‘A paper crane?’, he questioned before a female voice dragged him away from the sight. And it was an angry one at that. “How am I to care or worry for something that I have no control over such as you dropping a paper crane under my foot.” He stated, not even as a question. “It is not of my concern.”
