As if the four standing in the office didn't have enough to worry about, their conversation was soon cut off by a booming sound of approaching footsteps. Any person walking by would be astoundingly tall, they knew. They approached the windows, looking out nervously.
Pearl Fey hummed and smiled to herself, walking down the village's main footpath. The rising sun made for a wonderful view this morning, and just the right temperature in the air.
The seventeen year-old's sandals crunched against the dirt and gravel beneath her feet. She carried a sizable basket of freshly-laundered channeling robes, which were to be brought back into the Manor in preparation for the next week's lessons. The young acolytes could go through a very impressive number of outfits in such a short time.
They were all enjoying a pleasant chance to sleep in this morning, though. The weekend had arrived.
The grand doors to Fey Manor were back in sight. Pearl hefted the basket back up in her grip and was approaching when something caught her eye.
There was something sitting at the foot of the stairs. Strange, she thought, considering that there certainly wouldn't be any mail delivered today.
She walked toward the stairs, looking down at the object. It looked very out-of-place.
Pearl set down the basket next to the stairs and stooped to examine the object. She froze. Up close, it looked very familiar, but even more out-of-place than before.
"Pearly!" Trucy shouted through the window. She was the first of the office's occupants to finally regain the ability to speak properly, which she and her companions seemed to simultaneously lose upon catching sight of the massive young medium approaching their position.
Pearl was Trucy's best friend, and in their new situation, the magician had no doubt that she could help them.
As if the sight of the Wright Anything Agency, uprooted from its spot and transported here to Kurain Village wasn't enough of a bizarre idea, it had been reduced to a height that didn't even reach Pearl's knee. She knelt on the ground, looking at the little building in awe.
She squeaked in surprise at the little sound of a voice. Her eyes snapped to one of the windows on the side of the building. There she spotted a familiar face, though looking quite a lot smaller than she was used to.
"T-Trucy...?"
The explanation was easy, if only because neither Pearl nor her diminished friends had any idea of what had caused this. Pearl sat on the steps, the basket of channeling robes resting on her lap, and the miniature office nestled safely amongst the clean robes themselves. It looked incredibly strange, sitting there.
"Mr. Nick," she addressed the window Phoenix was leaning out from, "I'm going to take you to Mystic Maya."
"OK, Pearls." Phoenix replied. Truthfully, he doubted Maya would have any better chance of aiding their situation than Pearl, but just sitting here was certainly not a solution.
Pearl carefully picked up the top half of one of the channeling outfits from the edge of the basket and set it over top of the office building. She heard momentary protests, but she didn't want to risk letting anyone else see the office like this.
And so she entered Fey Manor, carefully biting down the inclination to swing her basket around like she normally would.
She reached Maya's door fairly quickly and knocked.
There was no immediate response. She knocked again.
"Mystic Maya!"
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