The octopus-mascot knockoff floated up and down without a hint of concern, its enormous eyes never leaving Mirabelle long enough to inspect the surroundings.
Mirabelle, on the other hand, very much wanted to inspect the surroundings.
The balcony had been designed to resemble a miniature savanna.
Tall stalks swayed in the wind.
The scent of sun-warmed grass drifted through the balcony, so vivid that it almost drowned out the smell of stone and the distant city below.
Every time a breeze swept through them, she had to physically force herself to stay focused.
'Priorities, girl.'
She mentally retraced everything that had happened during the twenty minutes since she'd woken up.
There was something.
Something important.
CLICK.
Ah!
Mirabelle: "What exactly was that message about Bloodline Qualification Confirmed?"
Pebbles: "Do you want to know?"
Mirabelle: "...Yes?"
Pebbles: "That will cost one million Legacy Points."
'What the fuck?'
