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[After spending some time at the studio, and getting a personal tour from the Entertainer himself, The Entertainer has the Driver take himself and Silkie both, in a much more discreet car with tinted windows, to a small apartment complex not far from the studio. He steps out of the vehicle and offers a hand to help Silkie hop out of the car.]

This is the residence of my dear friend, Joe! He is my mechanic, and a friend of mine. He keeps many animals, although most of them are at his farm out in the country. Here is where he keeps his dogs.

Silkie lightly grabs T.E’s hand, leaping out of the car with a brisk hop!

The studio was wonderous, and so was everything else shes seen of the earth! ..Though she did not expect a “bath” to be so wet.

The chicken angel looks up at T.E, eyes wide.

“He lives in such a towering place?”

[The Entertainer laughs. This building is a third of the size of the studio; then again, he isn't sure Silkie realized he lives there.]

Indeed! Many humans live in places like these. Large places doesn't exactly mean status- well, you will see what I mean. In we go!

[The Entertainer walks in the front doors with Silkie, then walks through a long hallway with doors lining each side- essentially, a stereotypical apartment complex. There is an elevator at the end, after 8 doors on each side. He gets in the elevator, and presses the '3'.]

This is an elevator! It will take us up to the third floor.

Silkie hops through the building after him, looking around the elevator.

“Up to the third floor.”

She parrots him, nodding. She knew what floors were. It was very interesting how humans always built up.

[The elevator moves quickly and smoothly, and they are at the third floor in just a few seconds. The doors 'ding' open. He walks down the hall confidently, knocking on a door near the end of the hall. His knock is patterned. It takes a few moments, but the door is opened- and Joe, the Entertainer's mechanic, opens the door. He is not in work clothes, as he is always seen on air- instead, he is in a comfortable t-shirt and shorts. His eyes light up when he sees his guests.]

Hello, Ten-

[He glances down at Silkie, and catches himself.]

T.E.! I got your message; I made sure Mav and Goose were being well-behaved, don't worry. They're in the bedroom right now; figure it's better to introduce 'em one at a time. And you must be Silkie! Yaknow, I keep chickens at my farm out in the country. It's nice to meet you!

[He crouches down and holds out a hand for a handshake.]

#T.E #Thread #cheep cheep!

”The pleasure is mine, sir!”

Silkie looks at his hand for a few seconds, before bonking her head into it. Seems she misunderstood the cue. Her feathers were incredibly soft, like how you would imagine a cloud feels like.

Silkie lightly grabs T.E’s hand, leaping out of the car with a brisk hop!

The studio was wonderous, and so was everything else shes seen of the earth! ..Though she did not expect a “bath” to be so wet.

The chicken angel looks up at T.E, eyes wide.

“He lives in such a towering place?”

[The Entertainer laughs. This building is a third of the size of the studio; then again, he isn't sure Silkie realized he lives there.]

Indeed! Many humans live in places like these. Large places doesn't exactly mean status- well, you will see what I mean. In we go!

This is an elevator! It will take us up to the third floor.

#T.E #Thread #cheep cheep!

Silkie hops through the building after him, looking around the elevator.

“Up to the third floor.”

She parrots him, nodding. She knew what floors were. It was very interesting how humans always built up.

Silkie lightly grabs T.E’s hand, leaping out of the car with a brisk hop!

The studio was wonderous, and so was everything else shes seen of the earth! ..Though she did not expect a “bath” to be so wet.

The chicken angel looks up at T.E, eyes wide.

“He lives in such a towering place?”

#cheep cheep!#asks #t.e #thread

[Cindy rolls into the main studio as the Entertainer is leaned back in his chair, drinking... something out of a mug with the logo of the show on it. Although he doesn't have a physical mouth... His screen is dimmed down.The studio is dark, and the cameras and lights are off for once. Joe sits a few feet away from the Entertainer, fiddling with some kind of fidget toy.]

Entertainer, there is a report of an angel falling soon from one of your above contacts. Would you like to report on it?

[The Entertainer's screen goes back to full brightness, and he laughs. The light from his screen reveals that Joe is almost asleep. He seems unconcerned with this new development.]

Cindy, I don't bother with angel reports, you know this!

It's a low-level angel; you would not be at any kind of risk of catching the wrong attention.

[The Entertainer seems to consider this for a few moments, then stands up abruptly. Joe startles.]

Cindy! Get the van! Get the crew! I've never reported on an angel fall; this'll be a fun new treat for the viewers! And maybe Angel Fall Network will finally stop stealing my views...

[Very cool time skip...]

[The Entertainer's camera crew van rolls out to what seems to be a field in the middle of nowhere. There is nothing there, yet. The Entertainer and the camera crew slowly all get out of the van, with the Entertainer directing the camera crew where to point their cameras. A director is there as well. After a few minutes, Everything is set up. The director speaks.]

We'll go live in 3... 2... 1...

[The Entertainer is in front of a camera with a microphone, although his voice box is loud enough on its own.]

Welcome, dear viewers! Today we are here at the site of where an angel fall will occur shortly! We will attempt to interview the fallen angel, and we'll also be doing call-ins if anyone can guess why the angel has fallen before the interview starts!

Silkie blinked as their peers surrounded them, tilting her head. Though her hair blocked her sight, she knew something was off.. they never came all at once…

The angel chick sits down on the ground, bowing its head to the others around them. They understood, sometimes they needed a scapegoat. As the angelic voices discussed their fate, they took in a deep breath. No matter what, they would serve their purpose.

Before they could process, they felt themself yanked by their halo as the clouds beneath her stopped to support their weight. The air rushing past her head, the cold, cold air. She never wished she could fly, she would have accepted her fate regardless, yet, maybe a rachis or two could have saved them.

[As the falling angel comes into view, the sound of an old phone ring starts happening rapidly. The Entertainer grins at the camera.]

Yes, caller 1?

[The caller's voice is staticky through the call, despite the modern technologies able to prevent it from being so. The voice is decidedly Southern.]

Uh, yes, I think that tha' angel killed someone.

[More calls happen and follow this pattern as the angel falls to the ground; viewers can see Cindy off the edge of the screen noting them all down.]

Wow, that angel is really getting a good speed... My ability to judge distance says that they are about 500 feet off the ground now! 450! 400! 350! They're almost here!

Silkie braced herself, curling into a ball of feathers as they crashed into the field before the camera. The earth bends around them on impact, weeds and dust scattering from the crash.

The angel remained still, not daring to move. It was so cold. Their silky feathers resembled fur more than wings, not keeping in much of the heat generated by their descent. The loud chatter of the broadcast approaching didn’t seem out of the ordinary. She knew what happened to fallen angels eventually.

Ah! It has finally reached the ground! What sin has THIS angel committed to fall so low? Find out after this commercial break!

[The Entertainer gives the camera a million-watt grin (not literally), and as it cuts out, he turns to the fallen angel and approaches until he is a few feet away.]

Excuse me! I'd like to interview in roughly-

[He checks a non-existent watch- his internal clock is perfect already.]

6 minutes and 45 seconds! After this commercial break! Could you tell me your name?

Silkie unfolds their head from her wings with a soft ‘cheep!’, peering up at The Entertainer through her feathered hair.

“Oh, you don’t wish to-“

Silkie trailed off… it would be rude to question.

“I would be honored to answer your questions, but I’m afraid I have not earned a holy name to speak of.”

The fallen angel bows her head, to show her remorse at being unable to fulfill his request.

Uhhh, well, I don't have a holy name either. I'm The Entertainer, and I'm far from holy!

[He laughs, as if at an inside joke with himself. Cindy looks up at him sharply, and his laugh becomes a bit more nervous and apologetic under her gaze. You get the sense that the nervousness is a put-on act for the sake of Cindy,]

It's fine, kid. Do you have any name I could use?

“All created creatures who live in glory are holy, gifted a honorable name or otherwise.” The fallen considers for a second, then one more.

“Silkie. That is what it is called when feathers lack structure. That is what I am.”

She knew this much.

[The Entertainer seems to consider this for a moment. He knows that by that criteria, he isn't holy.]

Well, if that is the name you accept, then that is the one we will use! Although I'm sure we can come up with a better name later.

[He checks his wrist for the non-existent watch again.]

We have 4 minutes and 22 seconds left until the ad break is over. I'm going to be asking you these questions again once the camera is on, but let's cover the bases here! We'll start with, why exactly did you fall?

”Ah.” Silkie hesitates a second, before leaning over to sketch something in the dirt.

“There are many ranks of angels…”

The drawing quickly became a chart of different bird-like humanoids.

“And sometimes, when the higher rankings grow restless with the lower ones…”

She scratches out the small angel the closest to her.

“They need an example. One who is not as capable and renowned, to cast out. The affairs of the divine can be difficult to explain.”

[The Entertainer leans down and watches Silkie draw, seeming captivated.]

Ah, that's why I was informed of this... Low ranks. I see.

[He seems to have mostly said that to himself, and he straightens up.]

Well, Silkie, as much as an exposé on the odd practices of angels and their rankings would get amazing rankings, especially since Angel Fall Network would never dare...

[The Entertainer hesitates, and his face becomes a loading screen for a few seconds before he 'reboots', suddenly looking extra cheerful.]

I've done a few calculations and I think that this is worth the potential risk to myself! The story and the rankings come first! Silkie, would you like to provide me with more information on these mysterious workings? You'll be, of course, well-compensated for your time and cooperation!

[He looks you up and down, and you somehow feel as though you've been diagnostically scanned.]

Ah, you're cold! Of course! Here, we shall remain on site for the interview- it'll get better rankings that way- and then we can get you inside the van!

Silkie nods politely, puffing up her feathers. They were very cold.

“I would be happy to assist, regardless of compensation or van entry.”

Wonderful! We've got 1 minutes and 30 seconds until we're on air- how do you feel about hot chocolate?

[One of the Entertainer's extra hands materializes out of seemingly nowhere with a steaming cup of hot chocolate.]

Something to hold you over until we can get you warmed up properly!

”Thank you very much, sir.”

She lightly takes the cup, staring down into it for a second. She hadn’t ever tried mortal food before..

The angel slowly takes a sip, almost shoving her face into the mug as she does so. Before she had stopped to breathe, the mug was already empty. They lift their head back up, shaking their feathers free of the chocolate they’d acquired.

“This is incredible! Thank you for your kindness.”

Her eyes were hidden from view, but their mouth was tilted into a small smile.

You are more than welcome, dear! A small payment for the story you're giving me.

[The corners of his neon green eyes crinkle from a smile back.]

You've got a bit of chocolate on your feathers there. One must always be presentable for the camera! Now, let's recap, hm? 1 minute and 2 seconds to air. So, you fell because even though you did your job, higher ranked angels like to prove a point from time to time that they're still the ones in charge. Sound about right?

[He pulls a napkin out and hands it to Silkie. His smile has gone from friendly and human to... Something other. It's slightly unsettling.]

Silkie stares before taking the napkin, attempting to wipe their feathers dry.

“Yes, perfection is important, and we must remember that. I cannot control my feathers, but I did my best to attain it. I was just the one that was least of form amongst my peers.”

The angel gestures to her unusually soft wings to demonstrate.

“It is only something you can accept.”

Now, we're on in 20 seconds. Make sure to speak into the mic look at me, not the camera, and be your lovely angelic self!

Maybe, maybe not. I don't know about you, but as an avid reporter, I'm always working to find the deeper truth! And as one who loves humans, well, they tend to make many messes for themselves, so not only do I love digging deeper into problems, but I've been found to be profound at stopping them! I've stopped entire wars before!

[He pauses, and smiles again. Once again, it seems warm and human.]

Now, we're on in 20 seconds, so remember to speak into the mic, look at me, not the camera, but angle towards the camera, and just be your lovely angelic self!

[It is very suddenly apparent that the cameras and microphones have all been readjusted to be centered around the Entertainer and Silkie.]

You'll do wonderfully, dear!

[A producer starts doing a countdown.]

5....4...3...2...

[The Entertainer turns to the camera squarely and smiles. A microphone is held in his hand.]

Welcome back, dear viewers, to the Entertainer Daily! Today we've witnessed an angel fall, and now it's time to interview that angel! Tell us your name, dear!

[The Entertainer holds the microphone down to Silkie's level.]

She leans forward, giving him a (somewhat forced) smile.

“Silkie. I am Silkie.”

Silkie folds her claws in her lap politely.

Welcome to the show, Silkie! We are so glad to have you here as a guest!

[The camera switches to the scorch mark left on the earth from where Silkie fell, then switches back to the Entertainer.]

Now tell us a bit about yourself! What exactly led you to fall? No judgement here, of course.

“It was a show of power, to remind the other lower angels that they could be cast down easily. My wings lack the feather strength to properly fly, so I was the one chosen by our superiors.”

Silkie puffs up her feathers, their silky (haha) texture covering her face.

[The Entertainer puts on a look of shock.]

My! I've never heard of this about heaven before! Why, you seem perfectly lovely on your own, Silkie. How horrible that they would do this to you!

Well, you heard it here first, dear viewers- heaven may be a darker place than we thought! Are the higher angels as pure as they seem?

[He seems entirely delighted by all of this- as if he can practically hear the ratings increasing. He probably can, given his constant connection to the Internet.]

So, Silkie, do lower-level angels get cast out often?

Silkie tilts her head and nods.

“It depends on the mercy of those above us, and the power of the newer angels. If an angel is undesirable, they are the first to be cast.”

She makes a motion with her hands, pantomiming a falling angel.

[He nods seriously.]

I see. And how does falling affect you, personally? Do you have family or friends, even just friendly acquaintances you're leaving behind?

“Angels are not meant to have worldly relationships, so we mostly treat each other with mutual respect. …but I left behind my entire life. My home, my safety, my faith. It is a shock, but so far I’m better off than most fallen.”

Silkie shakes her head briefly before continuing.

“Most who fall have horrid fates. They either cannot learn to survive the earth, or they are captured by those with ill intent before they can.”

[The look of shock seems a bit more genuine now.]

Truly, that sounds horrifying! All of that, just to prove a point? These angels certainly seem less 'angelic' than they profess themselves to be... Meanwhile you seem an absolute sweetie! I can assure you that you have my word, I will keep you under the protection of Worldwide Entertainment! Isn't that right, Viewers?

[He gives a signature grin to the camera.]

I couldn't stand to let something happen to someone as darling as our wonderful guest, Silkie! Rest assured our dear fallen angel is safe in my hands! I'm sure you've all found her as sweet as I have. Unfortunately, that's our time! Thank you all for watching this impromptu interview. Any last notes, Silkie?

[He holds the mic to Silkie.]

Silkie leans forward into the mic, opening her mouth then closing it thoughtfully…

“I would like everyone to know that they are truly blessed and loved, be they know it or not.” The angel gives the camera a small smile and nod, with as much charisma as she could muster.

[The Entertainer nods thoughtfully.]

Food for thought! Thank you for your time, Silkie.

[He centers back on the camera.]

Tune in in an hour for more information about the latest biomods from Mediten!

Silkie stares up at The Entertainer as the show turns to commercial, tilting her head slightly. The earth was strange, wasn’t it?

[He turns to Silkie.]

Let's get you the promised warmth in the van! Also, more hot cocoa!

[He starts walking back to the van, expecting you to follow him. As he walks, he pulls another cup of hot cocoa out of seemingly nowhere and holds the hand behind him for you to grab the cup.]

How are you feeling? I know interviews can be overwhelming for some individuals! You did amazing, though, really went for exactly the right angle there!

Silkie hops after him loyally, grabbing the cup.

“I feel alright, I do not mind being asked questions. It’s the least I can do.”

She felt ‘cold’ would be redundant, of course. She did not know how she went for the right angle, but she was certainly glad she could assist.

Oh, you don't have to do anything at all!

[He steps into the van, leaving the door open for Silkie. He crams into a seat; his long, almost lanky form seems comically large in this space. He pats the seat across from him.]

I appreciate it nonetheless. So, is there anything you want to do now that you're on Earth? Any bucket list items?

[A second van pulls up, and camera equipment is loaded into it.]

Silkie hops in after him, sitting down across from him politely. She even folds her claws in her lap.

“I would like to pet a dog. I know they are the best friends of humans and I would like to know their secrets.”

She says this matter of factly… seems she’s been thinking on this a bit.

[The Entertainer lights up- literally; his face display gets brighter.]

I know just the place! I have a close friend who has two dogs; both are very amazing. We'll get you cleaned up first, though; shall we head back to the studio?

She nods. There was much to learn about the earth, and she had to be prepared!

“A studio…”

She thinks outloud to herself in wonder.

Indeed! My TV studio! It is where I do most of my reporting, when I'm not out on the scene. It's also where I host my many different shows- game shows, talk shows, and more!

[He leans to the front seat of the van, where a man who has been quiet this entire time turns his head. At first glance, he is human, but at second, there's a slight metallic sheen to his skin.]

Hello, dear Driver! Back to the Studio!

#Thread end #thread #T.E

Entertainer, there is a report of an angel falling soon from one of your above contacts. Would you like to report on it?

[The Entertainer's screen goes back to full brightness, and he laughs. The light from his screen reveals that Joe is almost asleep. He seems unconcerned with this new development.]

Cindy, I don't bother with angel reports, you know this!

It's a low-level angel; you would not be at any kind of risk of catching the wrong attention.

[The Entertainer seems to consider this for a few moments, then stands up abruptly. Joe startles.]

Cindy! Get the van! Get the crew! I've never reported on an angel fall; this'll be a fun new treat for the viewers! And maybe Angel Fall Network will finally stop stealing my views...

[Very cool time skip...]

We'll go live in 3... 2... 1...

[The Entertainer is in front of a camera with a microphone, although his voice box is loud enough on its own.]

Silkie blinked as their peers surrounded them, tilting her head. Though her hair blocked her sight, she knew something was off.. they never came all at once…

[As the falling angel comes into view, the sound of an old phone ring starts happening rapidly. The Entertainer grins at the camera.]

Yes, caller 1?

[The caller's voice is staticky through the call, despite the modern technologies able to prevent it from being so. The voice is decidedly Southern.]

Uh, yes, I think that tha' angel killed someone.

[More calls happen and follow this pattern as the angel falls to the ground; viewers can see Cindy off the edge of the screen noting them all down.]

Wow, that angel is really getting a good speed... My ability to judge distance says that they are about 500 feet off the ground now! 450! 400! 350! They're almost here!

Silkie braced herself, curling into a ball of feathers as they crashed into the field before the camera. The earth bends around them on impact, weeds and dust scattering from the crash.

Ah! It has finally reached the ground! What sin has THIS angel committed to fall so low? Find out after this commercial break!

[The Entertainer gives the camera a million-watt grin (not literally), and as it cuts out, he turns to the fallen angel and approaches until he is a few feet away.]

Excuse me! I'd like to interview in roughly-

[He checks a non-existent watch- his internal clock is perfect already.]

6 minutes and 45 seconds! After this commercial break! Could you tell me your name?

Silkie unfolds their head from her wings with a soft ‘cheep!’, peering up at The Entertainer through her feathered hair.

“Oh, you don’t wish to-“

Silkie trailed off… it would be rude to question.

“I would be honored to answer your questions, but I’m afraid I have not earned a holy name to speak of.”

The fallen angel bows her head, to show her remorse at being unable to fulfill his request.

Uhhh, well, I don't have a holy name either. I'm The Entertainer, and I'm far from holy!

It's fine, kid. Do you have any name I could use?

“All created creatures who live in glory are holy, gifted a honorable name or otherwise.” The fallen considers for a second, then one more.

“Silkie. That is what it is called when feathers lack structure. That is what I am.”

She knew this much.

[The Entertainer seems to consider this for a moment. He knows that by that criteria, he isn't holy.]

Well, if that is the name you accept, then that is the one we will use! Although I'm sure we can come up with a better name later.

[He checks his wrist for the non-existent watch again.]

”Ah.” Silkie hesitates a second, before leaning over to sketch something in the dirt.

“There are many ranks of angels…”

The drawing quickly became a chart of different bird-like humanoids.

“And sometimes, when the higher rankings grow restless with the lower ones…”

She scratches out the small angel the closest to her.

“They need an example. One who is not as capable and renowned, to cast out. The affairs of the divine can be difficult to explain.”

[The Entertainer leans down and watches Silkie draw, seeming captivated.]

Ah, that's why I was informed of this... Low ranks. I see.

[He seems to have mostly said that to himself, and he straightens up.]

Well, Silkie, as much as an exposé on the odd practices of angels and their rankings would get amazing rankings, especially since Angel Fall Network would never dare...

[The Entertainer hesitates, and his face becomes a loading screen for a few seconds before he 'reboots', suddenly looking extra cheerful.]

[He looks you up and down, and you somehow feel as though you've been diagnostically scanned.]

Ah, you're cold! Of course! Here, we shall remain on site for the interview- it'll get better rankings that way- and then we can get you inside the van!

Silkie nods politely, puffing up her feathers. They were very cold.

“I would be happy to assist, regardless of compensation or van entry.”

Wonderful! We've got 1 minutes and 30 seconds until we're on air- how do you feel about hot chocolate?

[One of the Entertainer's extra hands materializes out of seemingly nowhere with a steaming cup of hot chocolate.]

Something to hold you over until we can get you warmed up properly!

”Thank you very much, sir.”

She lightly takes the cup, staring down into it for a second. She hadn’t ever tried mortal food before..

“This is incredible! Thank you for your kindness.”

Her eyes were hidden from view, but their mouth was tilted into a small smile.

You are more than welcome, dear! A small payment for the story you're giving me.

[The corners of his neon green eyes crinkle from a smile back.]

[He pulls a napkin out and hands it to Silkie. His smile has gone from friendly and human to... Something other. It's slightly unsettling.]

Silkie stares before taking the napkin, attempting to wipe their feathers dry.

“Yes, perfection is important, and we must remember that. I cannot control my feathers, but I did my best to attain it. I was just the one that was least of form amongst my peers.”

The angel gestures to her unusually soft wings to demonstrate.

“It is only something you can accept.”

Now, we're on in 20 seconds. Make sure to speak into the mic look at me, not the camera, and be your lovely angelic self!

[He pauses, and smiles again. Once again, it seems warm and human.]

Now, we're on in 20 seconds, so remember to speak into the mic, look at me, not the camera, but angle towards the camera, and just be your lovely angelic self!

[It is very suddenly apparent that the cameras and microphones have all been readjusted to be centered around the Entertainer and Silkie.]

You'll do wonderfully, dear!

[A producer starts doing a countdown.]

5....4...3...2...

[The Entertainer turns to the camera squarely and smiles. A microphone is held in his hand.]

Welcome back, dear viewers, to the Entertainer Daily! Today we've witnessed an angel fall, and now it's time to interview that angel! Tell us your name, dear!

[The Entertainer holds the microphone down to Silkie's level.]

She leans forward, giving him a (somewhat forced) smile.

“Silkie. I am Silkie.”

Silkie folds her claws in her lap politely.

Welcome to the show, Silkie! We are so glad to have you here as a guest!

[The camera switches to the scorch mark left on the earth from where Silkie fell, then switches back to the Entertainer.]

Now tell us a bit about yourself! What exactly led you to fall? No judgement here, of course.

“It was a show of power, to remind the other lower angels that they could be cast down easily. My wings lack the feather strength to properly fly, so I was the one chosen by our superiors.”

Silkie puffs up her feathers, their silky (haha) texture covering her face.

[The Entertainer puts on a look of shock.]

My! I've never heard of this about heaven before! Why, you seem perfectly lovely on your own, Silkie. How horrible that they would do this to you!

Well, you heard it here first, dear viewers- heaven may be a darker place than we thought! Are the higher angels as pure as they seem?

[He seems entirely delighted by all of this- as if he can practically hear the ratings increasing. He probably can, given his constant connection to the Internet.]

So, Silkie, do lower-level angels get cast out often?

Silkie tilts her head and nods.

“It depends on the mercy of those above us, and the power of the newer angels. If an angel is undesirable, they are the first to be cast.”

She makes a motion with her hands, pantomiming a falling angel.

[He nods seriously.]

I see. And how does falling affect you, personally? Do you have family or friends, even just friendly acquaintances you're leaving behind?

Silkie shakes her head briefly before continuing.

“Most who fall have horrid fates. They either cannot learn to survive the earth, or they are captured by those with ill intent before they can.”

[The look of shock seems a bit more genuine now.]

[He gives a signature grin to the camera.]

[He holds the mic to Silkie.]

Silkie leans forward into the mic, opening her mouth then closing it thoughtfully…

“I would like everyone to know that they are truly blessed and loved, be they know it or not.” The angel gives the camera a small smile and nod, with as much charisma as she could muster.

[The Entertainer nods thoughtfully.]

Food for thought! Thank you for your time, Silkie.

[He centers back on the camera.]

Tune in in an hour for more information about the latest biomods from Mediten!

Silkie stares up at The Entertainer as the show turns to commercial, tilting her head slightly. The earth was strange, wasn’t it?

[He turns to Silkie.]

Let's get you the promised warmth in the van! Also, more hot cocoa!

[He starts walking back to the van, expecting you to follow him. As he walks, he pulls another cup of hot cocoa out of seemingly nowhere and holds the hand behind him for you to grab the cup.]

How are you feeling? I know interviews can be overwhelming for some individuals! You did amazing, though, really went for exactly the right angle there!

Silkie hops after him loyally, grabbing the cup.

“I feel alright, I do not mind being asked questions. It’s the least I can do.”

She felt ‘cold’ would be redundant, of course. She did not know how she went for the right angle, but she was certainly glad she could assist.

Oh, you don't have to do anything at all!

[He steps into the van, leaving the door open for Silkie. He crams into a seat; his long, almost lanky form seems comically large in this space. He pats the seat across from him.]

I appreciate it nonetheless. So, is there anything you want to do now that you're on Earth? Any bucket list items?

[A second van pulls up, and camera equipment is loaded into it.]

Silkie hops in after him, sitting down across from him politely. She even folds her claws in her lap.

“I would like to pet a dog. I know they are the best friends of humans and I would like to know their secrets.”

She says this matter of factly… seems she’s been thinking on this a bit.

[The Entertainer lights up- literally; his face display gets brighter.]

I know just the place! I have a close friend who has two dogs; both are very amazing. We'll get you cleaned up first, though; shall we head back to the studio?

#cheep cheep!#T.E #thread

She nods. There was much to learn about the earth, and she had to be prepared!

“A studio…”

She thinks outloud to herself in wonder.

Why-? Explain.

....

Please..?

-Auryn

”I am meant to serve others, others are not meant to serve me. I am equal with other angels.”

#cheep cheep!#Asks #auryn

I.....Our duty is to serve others, which you have. But others did not serve you as well.

-Auryn

”But that is not expected of them. It is different.”

[The anon thinks for a few moments, before snapping its fingers for more anon magic. Suddenly, there is a pile of dinosaur plushies, with a variety of the different species.]

Here you go!

Silkie’s wings flap in excitement. Many dinos. She could hardly comprehend.

“Thank you!!”

She starts picking them up one by one, repeatedly going for the parasaurolpholousus.

Hm? Oh, that's a stuffed animal. That one is called a dinosaur. They roamed the Earth millions of years ago.

[The asker hands you the dinosaur plushie.]

”I know what a dinosaur was… they were the first birds, and the first reptiles. They are incredibly important to the earth.”

Silkie takes it from the anon, holding it out and staring at it.

“It is soft. I like it.”

Which do you wanna do first?

[There are bicycles, puzzles, children's toys... the amount of options is dizzyingly overwhelming.]

Silkie looks around at everything, considering going back into fetal position… before something catches her eye! In the pile of toys, she points at a plush dinosaur with wide eyes.

“What kind of plaything is that? It looks soft.”

That's. That.

Isn't fair.

I'm so sorry this has happened to you.

-Auryn

Silkie smiles, looking up at you with a comforting expression.

“it’s alright. I have served my purpose.”

[The asker seems unsure now.]

Well, you're new to this, I guess. I can help you figure it out!

[The asker stands proudly, its characteristic sunglasses glinting in the lighting.]

It's time to do activities!

[Through the power of anon magic, the room is suddenly filled with various activities- drawing, music, writing, and more.]

”What do you mean by tha-“

Silkie peeps! She’s shocked by all the objects! She had never seen the majority of these before.

#cheep cheep!#Asks #Auryn

That's.

Did you ask to take their sins as your own?

-Auryn

”It was simply put onto me, and I am not one to refuse.” Silkie has a solemn air about her.

....Were they your sins or-?

-Auryn

Silkie shakes her head.

“My choir’s sins. They were growing too restless, and I was the weakest amongst their ranks, so I had to go.”

#cheep cheep!#Asks #auryn

You don't have to fake a smile here, either. This is a whole new place! I'm just an asker, in the end. You don't belong to my whims. Sorry I kept pushing.. What do you want to do?

Silkie just stares.

“I don’t know. I really do not.