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[in_the_cracks]

Telrim has parked herself on a couch near the Sign. It’s quite hard to miss the enormous, flashing Day-Glo monstrosity, and yet the Yeerk is disregarding it for now. She’s hunched over, elbows resting easily on her knees, mind elsewhere. On the low table in front of her is a wire cage, fresh from a Nexus pet shop. Huddled inside is a feathered, six-limbed creature about the size of a small cat. It’s really quite cute, if you’re the type to appreciate that.

Telrim isn’t. She doesn’t seem to be any happier about this than the chadoo is. In point of fact she’s staring at it with the kind of intent suspicion normally reserved for possible spies.

For all she knows, it might be.

“Very well,” she says eventually, reaching out to turn the cage around. She raises her voice to the Nexus at large.  “Who knows anything about this?”



((Bonus pictorial reference! The critter in question is the small darker one on the right.))