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Hartley Layton, Professor of Archaeology at Gressenheller University
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(She mutters and mumbles wordlessly, an aimless dream keeping her entertained despite the chaos not far away.)
(She nuzzled against the Hound with a soft hum, quickly drifting back down to a light doze.)
(She slips down as he sits up, disoriented from her dreams.)

Bwa..?
<In a flash, they're both seated at the table. She looks up to the smiling face serving them—

Desmond Sycamore.

"Thank you, Bubba!"

He ruffles her hair.

"Of course, Teddy-bear."

He serves Hartley, placing a small kiss onto her crown before serving himself and joining them.>
<A face pops around the corner - not their mother, nor their father, but a combination of the two.

"Girls, dinners nearly done. Go get washed up, okay?"

They agree in unison, gathering their colored pencils and books and depositing them on the coffee table.>
<A squeeze, a change.

The house certainly is warm, and her sister is there. But the floor isn't home. It looks to be the dense carpet of a particular airship.

Hartley and Teddy color in separate books as the smell of hot soup wafts from the kitchen.>
(She mumbles in return, but eases and quiets.)
(She sleeps soundly, but eventually nuzzles in gently. She grips his shirt tightly and whines softly, a few tears darkening the fabric.)
<The little girl rushed to her sister, hugging her tightly and wailing.

"I DON' WANNA GO-O-O!!! DON' MAKE ME GO-O!!!"

The older girl clutched her close, tears burning down her own face.>
<"Hartley, please, it will be safer—"

"That's not my name, Sissy, i's yours!"

Tears streamed down her face.

"Don' make me go, please!!"

"I'm sending you with them because I love you, and I want you safe... be mad, I don't mind.">
<"But it's warm here! An' you love me!"

"It won't stay warm... they will turn the warmth off soon... and I won't be able to make soup or pasta anymore..."

The little girl's voice cracks slightly.

"W-We'll eat cold soup, a-an' bread, an' use lotsa blankets—">
<"Hartley... we need to start packing your clothes and toys. The Laytons will be here in a few days."

"Hartley, I don't want to go..! Sissy, please—"

"That's not my name anymore, it's yours..."

The older girl bit back tears.

"It will be warm and full of love...">
M'sorry... the bus shouldn' have to be scary...

(She yawned.)

Miss Hartley's okay with small spaces, but she's jus'... scared of not breathin'...
Uhm... mm... think it was 'cause... I couldn' breathe as easy...
Mhm...

(She's quiet for a moment, thinking, before speaking up again.)

Why did it scare Miss Hartley..? She's super brave...
Mhm...

(She pressed into him, still shaking slightly.)

... think it... scared Miss Hartley... an' me a little...
(She thinks for a moment, brow furrowing, before nodding slowly.)

I think so... dunno why Doggie's was bad...
(She nods gingerly.)

Mhm... too much scaries today...
(She raises her head slightly to look at him and mumbles into her arms.)

Mm... confused... an' scared...
(A strange terror fills her chest, and she freezes.)

*☆No... little Bubba isn' leaving... jus' going to the livin' room...*

(She tucks her face into her arms to hide any tears away.)
(Could that be what it is..? Is she still sick..?

... had she been lost..?

...

What happened before she arrived here..?

...

She just tucked in tighter, pulling her knees up and resting her chin on top.)

*☆... too confusing...*
Uhm... The outside house has a spot... on the ground. A blue spot..? I looked at it an' Luke got scared... then he looked at it and wasn' talking back... I dunno...

(She yawned, the day's adrenaline wearing off.)