Forgotten Part 45: New start.

Forgotten Part 45: New start.

“How is this?” The bird came out from the square, showing a pair of pants and a very small shirt. The white wolf sighed deep and rested her head on her hand.
“I keep telling you: bird should NOT wear pants. It’s genetically decided that bird always look bad in pants. Just like lizards look poor in dresses and humans look terrible with gloves.” The wolf threw a white mini-dress with pink polka-dot.
“I know. But I want to wear something else than skirts and dresses.” The wolf sighed and pointed at his scaled feet.
“Please, you don’t know fashion.” The bird made a small ‘meh’ and walked back into the booth, before returning out in the dress she picked out. “Nothing suits you, does it?”

***

She climbed onto the chair and looked at the large space in front of her. The engine was roaring, creating a large rumbling in the craft. “Vally, where to?”
“The institute of Science and Magic insists you travel to Pill, the village to the south.” She looked at several meters and displays, before revving the engine and releasing the breaks. “And I insist you resume to normal designation codes.”
“Vally, check on birdie downstairs.” The glowing orb hovered there for a moment, annoyed with the albino’s command. “Unless you want to find out how shock-absorbing latex is.” She said, smashing her fist into her open hand.
“Miss Cassandra, such incoherent abuse would not achieve your requested goal. But seeing you’re persistent on my obedience, I shall acquire the status of Mister Pretovitsh.” He hovered down the shaft and found the bird gazing at himself in the mirror. “Mister Pretovitsh, Miss Cassandra wishes to know your status.”
“I’m fine, VALL. Do you think I could wear pants?” The robot snarled.
“I am a sophisticated analysis device! Not a fashion advisor!”

***

She looked over the plains. She reconsidered everything. She was standing at the edge of a desert with only a bag of herbs and some clothes. She wanted to find him, but had little to locate him with. A lost cause, perhaps, yet it was more a floating dream. Her chances slim, she placed her first step into the desert. The main problem was leaving Porrrova being to tend the ill. With a final nod, she paced into it. But deserts are not forgiving.

***

The bird looked at his hands. He though back of all those moments he hurt people with them. Two, yellow, sharp hands made to kill anybody. He fell into a depression of tears to imagine the injuries. His past was a secret to Halo, but for how long?
“Mister Pretovitsh, is everything satisfactory?” The bird looked up and shook his head.
“Could you please get me my gloves and boots?”
“How nice you say the polite word of ‘please’. I will be back.” The robot made a small, swift arc to the upper exit. After a few seconds, he returned with the white, latex clothes. “Might I inquire why you request these items?” He glanced at the robot and shook his head.
“I don’t want to see my hands and feet anymore.”
“What a peculiar demand.” A final glimpse of his murderous weapons, before concealing them in harmless latex. With a small spell, they were covered in soft, brown fur and paw pads. “Transspecies?” The AI asked.
“I don’t want to hurt anybody anymore.”
“Whatever appeals you, Mister Pretovitsh.”