if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
University was harrrrdddd. Well, that wasn't quite right. Her bachelor's degree had been enjoyable enough really with all those fancy little plants and all the sciencey stuff she had gotten the chance to learn. Her Master's degree, however, was a whole different story. Of course, Abigail's father HAD told her that it was going to be a WHOLLEE lot of work if she wanted to get a PhD but she was going to become a super star plant person and...well...she had wanted to travel the world like her parents but...that would mean leaving Arlo here and....she didn't want to do that. A small frown crossed the young girl's lips as she meandered down the street, her bag from her recent purchase swinging lightly from her fingertips. Maybe Arlo would move with her? Like how her mom and dad had always moved together? Or...maybe she could find something...less...cool here in Sacrosanct to do with her degree? It wasn't as if there weren't greenhouses or...golf...fields. As utterly lame as a golf field sounded in comparison to studying the molecular makeup of some foreign plant. Maybe she should talk to Arlo about it? That sounded like something you'd talk to your boyfriend about. Abigail had only just about made up her mind when a crowd within the plaza of the shopping mall garnered her attention. There was a whole GROUP of people all smooshed together, the girl only capable of seeing flashes of red somewhere in the center of them. How...curious.

Such a curiosity only demanded further exploration, of course! A bird made of FIRE fluttered off into the expanse of the sky above the crowd Abigail began to approach, the very sight of it caused her to pause, her lips parting in a gentle sort of awe. How amazing!!! What was that thing?! What was going on in there?! She scooted closer, peering over the heads of some children that had gathered near the front just in time for a large dog made of swirling flames to pad in front of them in a large circle. It snarled it's sharpened teeth maliciously as it passed, it's paws left scorch marks upon the cobblestone underfoot. It's very presence saw those younger children seek shelter behind their months but Abigail only eyed it with wide eyes and a soft gasp as it continued it's pacing. She had absolutely no way ever seen anything as utterly terrifying as that! It looked as if it could EAT her, well...red panda her. Though it could probably eat mortal her now that she thought about it too. It was clearly magical, and that meant probably under the control of someone but it was by far the coolest magical thing that Abigail had ever ever ever seen in like her ENTIRE life!

The voice of the blonde man on the other side of the wolf like thing drew her attention and, slowly, the hazel of Abigail's shifted upwards and towards the...warlock? So HE must be the one who made the scary wolf thing! He was like...like a REAL MAGICIAN. Well, weren't all warlocks kind of real magicians? Or maybe they didn't like to be called that? The thought lingered inquisitively upon her mind as the man in front of her declared his scary wolfy friend to be 'Cainele Diavolului'. Diavo-wha? THAT was by far the least scary name she'd ever heard, especially when it ended it 'lulu'. He certainly didn't look like a hellish hound. Maybe he was just...misunderstood. After all, a doggo who eats only bad people didn't seem like a bag thing at all. A single finger rose contemplatively to her lips as she watched the prowling wolf continue his steadfast circling. Maybe Mr. Lulu just needed like....a hug. Or something? How did one hug fire? Abruptly, Mr. Lulu stopped, his ears rotating upon his head as if he had heard something, only for his nose to lift in an effort to smell the wind. Abigail's own nose lifted just slightly, as if she could try to smell whatever it was he smelled.

It was Lulu's caregiver's insistence that Mr. Lulu sometimes got....hungry...that seemed to provoke the dog to...well, snap. Not that she could blame him. Arlo got grouchy when he was hungry too. Even if it wasn't quite the same kind of hunger. Really, Abigail felt bad that Mr. Lulu couldn't find any food when she was sure there were LOTS of bad people for him to chomp chomp chomp on. Maybe he didn't know how to hunt them down very well. That frown remained upon her features as the young woman gasped in surprise of the illusioned dog's antics, her figure stumbled backwards and into the arms of her handsome boyfriend. Abigail, however, was far more invested in the storyline of her new adopted friend than any handsome men lingering nearby, single or otherwise. Still, Abigail supposed Mr. Lulu's magician made a good point. It probably was a good thing not to become his tasty treat! Abigail could hardly help herself from joining in on the excitement of the crowd, her voice ringing with the rest as she shouted with them, "Yes!!" Mr. Lulu definitely did not seem very happy about that!

Abigail was, admittedly, hardly unsure of what her favorite animal had to do with Mr. Lulu. But she was willing to entertain the Magician at least. Hm....her favorite animal. Well, that had to be herself, of course! But Red Pandas weren't exactly considered 'brave'...at least, not enough to scare off something as ferocious as Mr. Lulu! Maybe...a regular panda bear? No! Wait! A POLAR BEAR! After all, Olly was the bravest bear she had EVER met. He could definitely scare off Mr. Lulu! She watched, spellbound, as the Magician strode around the circle, the image of Oliver so crystal clear in her mind as the magician faced off Mr. Lulu, the pair staring each other down like a brave Wild West movie! She watched as the Warlock raised his hand, only to snap his fingers with a single, magic word. Oh! The flames that burst to life! Their very existence prompted a gasp from Abigail's features as she watched in ready fascination the dogs and cats and foxes that all rushed towards Mr. Lulu (even if she was rather certain she didn't see her polar bear Olly within the mix). How they collided in fierce combat with Mr. Lulu, each one giving off shocking sparks and clashes that, admittedly, concerned poor Abigail for Mr. Lulu's welfare. After all, she didn't want him dead. Just...maybe...better considering his food supply next time.

That sudden shout for a volunteer caused Abigail to glance inquisitively through the crowd, the girl wholly curious on who would jump to the ready, much less what said volunteer was going to be doing in the first place. The very last thing she expected, however, was for HER to get singled out! HER! Of all the people to...to...wait, did he say save humanity!?! FROM MR. LULU?! Abigail hardly had a moment to react before the ground parted around her, encouraging her onwards and slowly her finger turned to point upwards to herself, as if she was unsure if she was the only girl 'with red hair' present. That gesture was enough to cause Abigail to step forward, albeit it almost uncertainly. "What..do I have to do?" She inquired, those large hazel eyes stared up at the Magician, the girl far more afraid of the crowd and it's eyes upon her rather then the flaming Mr. Lulu!