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"I must be dreaming, because I don't believe in ghosts."

Savages | Marina and the Diamonds

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A purple cloak was set atop her head for good measure. San hid underneath the bundle inside of the wheelbarrow, wondering what kind of game this was. San remained quiet, remembering what Nieve had told her. She kept her head down too, hearing Tymol and Phiphi talk quietly among themselves. What was it about? San wondered, she attempted to peak her head out of the bundle of clothing, it was hot inside of her hiding spot and she did not like it. Maybe if she took her clothing off it would be cooler? Yes, San decided, that made the most sense! She began to slowly strip off her clothing, moving quite a bit within the wheelbarrow until she was naked. There, that was better already. San settled down, a hand pressing on her head to get her to stop wiggling. "Stay still!" Tymol warned, passing in front of them were two palace guards.

They went through the back alleys and corridors, attempting to stay out of sight of the front streets and busy market squares. San was growing bored and restless, just how far was Nieve's house? San wondered. The cart came to an abrupt stop, a guard stepping in front of them. "Halt, we need to inspect your wheelbarrow Sir." San held her breath, knowing that this was important. If she was found, the game would be over! San remained perfectly still, doing her best to not so much as let her tail wiggle. She bit down on it to stop it from moving, smelling how tense everyone was. The monster buried herself further beneath the pile of clothing, the guard rummaging through the top layer. "Alright, keep moving," they rushed past, Tymol breathing a sigh of relief. "I thought for sure we would be found out," he gave a confident grin to Nieve and Phiphi.

At last the wheelbarrow came to a stop. "So this is your house?" Tymol asked, raising a brow. San poked her head out of her hiding place, her tail still in her mouth. "Hrmm?" She asked, spitting her tail out and crawling out of the basket. "S-S-San w-why are-are you n-naked?!" Phiphi squealed, quickly picking up the dress San had discarded to try and get the the little monster back into it. It was a hot day outside, San did not appreciate the tight, constricting dress she was forced into. "Shh!" Tymol looked at Nieve nervously, "let's get inside, then we can start yelling," he urged, hoping that they could get inside quickly so that no one would spot a very obvious horned child that walked on all four's.

"Don't worry San, no one is gonna take you from us," Tymol said protectively, squeezing her cheeks between his hands. "No they're not," San shook her head, escaping Tymol's grasp and looking around the new space curiously.