Amthy stood before the two-story building with her head craned back, and her Hi-light magazine tucked under one arm. "Is this the place?" She asked Caytlin with a measure of curiosity.
The silvery-blonde haired shifter nodded. "It is according to the directory, and well, that sign." she made a gesture before scratching the side of her nose.
"Shall we go inside?" Amthy whispered aside to Cayt.
"Only if you want to talk to them about the article," Cayt answered slowly.
"They have to take it back!" Amthy responded fiercely.
"Then, yes, we have to go inside," Cayt replied as she opened the door and held it open for the green-haired nymph. The whirl of the printing presses tickled her sensitive ears, and she just able to move out of the way of a gaggle of news boys as they made their exodus. "This way, Amthy."
Obediently, Amthy toddled into the building's lobby and smoothed one of her hands down over the skirt of her milkmaid-styled frock. It was a charming cut, and the soft blue color accented her olivine hair and fair features. Once inside, her eyes fastened almost immediately on the receptionist, and she scampered to the desk with a gleeful giggle. She had never been inside the Oracle building before, it was like being on a fieldtrip.
"Pardon me," She chirped to the receptionist. "I need to talk to someone about an article." Amthy began to ramble. "See, they wrote a story about me and it simply isn't true! They said such dreadful things and now my fosterlings won't come and talk to me and cry all the time!" She said quickly in way of explanation, and all in one breath.
"Amthy!" Cayt pet a hand over her sister's hair as she caught up to the nymph and gave a small smile to the receptionist. It was an expression that asked the viewer to be indulgent. "We need to speak to the Editor about a story that ran in last month's paper."
"Neano made the evil-eye sign at me!" Amthy called from the background, exasperated.
The receptionist looked clearly puzzled at Amthy's outburst, and continued to speak with Cayt about the virtues of calling first, or at least sending a messenger.
Cayt cleared her throat. "Ah, no, we don't have an appointment, but it is pressing that we speak to someone in charge, or we will be forced to get our lawyer involved."
The mention of lawyers, Cayt found, made otherwise unagreeable persons more agreeable.
"We don't mind waiting," Cayt explained to the receptionist. "As I said before, this is very important. Do we wait down here, or upstairs?" A wane smile pulled at Cayt's lips, and the expression was wolf-like in quality as it showed more teeth than it rightly should have. "Down here is fine, just let us know when we can go up."
Amthy, on the other hand, had already wandered off. The green-haired lovely was sitting on the floor. Her attention span was short, and dealing with the receptionist was just not her cup of tea! She sniffsnuffed and gave a small wriggle to make herself comfortable before opening up her magazine. She turned to the hidden picture page, and started searching for where the clever artist had hidden the spoon.
The silvery-blonde haired shifter nodded. "It is according to the directory, and well, that sign." she made a gesture before scratching the side of her nose.
"Shall we go inside?" Amthy whispered aside to Cayt.
"Only if you want to talk to them about the article," Cayt answered slowly.
"They have to take it back!" Amthy responded fiercely.
"Then, yes, we have to go inside," Cayt replied as she opened the door and held it open for the green-haired nymph. The whirl of the printing presses tickled her sensitive ears, and she just able to move out of the way of a gaggle of news boys as they made their exodus. "This way, Amthy."
Obediently, Amthy toddled into the building's lobby and smoothed one of her hands down over the skirt of her milkmaid-styled frock. It was a charming cut, and the soft blue color accented her olivine hair and fair features. Once inside, her eyes fastened almost immediately on the receptionist, and she scampered to the desk with a gleeful giggle. She had never been inside the Oracle building before, it was like being on a fieldtrip.
"Pardon me," She chirped to the receptionist. "I need to talk to someone about an article." Amthy began to ramble. "See, they wrote a story about me and it simply isn't true! They said such dreadful things and now my fosterlings won't come and talk to me and cry all the time!" She said quickly in way of explanation, and all in one breath.
"Amthy!" Cayt pet a hand over her sister's hair as she caught up to the nymph and gave a small smile to the receptionist. It was an expression that asked the viewer to be indulgent. "We need to speak to the Editor about a story that ran in last month's paper."
"Neano made the evil-eye sign at me!" Amthy called from the background, exasperated.
The receptionist looked clearly puzzled at Amthy's outburst, and continued to speak with Cayt about the virtues of calling first, or at least sending a messenger.
Cayt cleared her throat. "Ah, no, we don't have an appointment, but it is pressing that we speak to someone in charge, or we will be forced to get our lawyer involved."
The mention of lawyers, Cayt found, made otherwise unagreeable persons more agreeable.
"We don't mind waiting," Cayt explained to the receptionist. "As I said before, this is very important. Do we wait down here, or upstairs?" A wane smile pulled at Cayt's lips, and the expression was wolf-like in quality as it showed more teeth than it rightly should have. "Down here is fine, just let us know when we can go up."
Amthy, on the other hand, had already wandered off. The green-haired lovely was sitting on the floor. Her attention span was short, and dealing with the receptionist was just not her cup of tea! She sniffsnuffed and gave a small wriggle to make herself comfortable before opening up her magazine. She turned to the hidden picture page, and started searching for where the clever artist had hidden the spoon.