No sign of Mary still in Grassland. They stood on its edge now.
“Doesn’t look much like an owl’s head,” Teebestia commented while staring forward. “More like a simple cube.”
“There’s angles to it,” Paul explains. “Things may have been added and subtracted down through the years. It’s a sacred crossover.” He begins to hover in the air. “Like I said, you can fly on this side, but once you cross the line — enter Lapara — everything is suddenly grounded. (Thus) the reason for the balloon (props). I use to sit-in, as they say, but now I’m comfortable with flying. Here, hover up to me and I’ll show you.”
“Soon as I touch ground,” the transmogrified Paul declared.
Teebestia wondered what would happen to her. She panicked.
“I… I’ve decided I have to leave. Another client. Still on the clock, you know. Sorry to rush off. We’ll catch up later. Tata!” She zoomed back into the heart of Grassland and reversed rabbit holed up to Audreys.
“Gin and tonic,” she told Bean. “Make it a double.”
Sunklands 