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Huni was snoozing in one of the shop's plush armchairs, a finance book lay splayed on the floor at her feet. Apparently, the red head had been studying for a test, though she fell asleep before she could absorb any information.
Linneas was busy playing under some of the tables, looking for that something he had seen weeks ago.
It was early--far too early for Inle to be up and out of bed. Insomnia didn't seem to care, however, and its victim had gone on a walk to tire herself out. Perhaps if she did, she would be able to go home and sleep easier. A sign caught her eye; it was for a stationary store. Inle wondered if it was open, as she was in need of paper, pens, and cards. Cautiously, she pushed the door open and peeked inside. All seemed to be well; there was a woman sleeping in a chair, and a child playing under a table. Inle crept into the shop, wondering if they were open for business.
The soft tinkle of bells that hung from the doorframe did little to stir the red head from her sleep. In fact, it even made her snuggle more into the armchair.
Linneas perked up at the sound of the bells however and giggled from where he was. New big person! he thinks, Maybe... the Study called this one in too?
His golden eyes wandered to the Study and expectantly saw the door creak open. He gurlged and clapped his hands quietly in anticipation. Maybe the new Tale would have pretty wings like Angelus! Linny could only hope.
Inle cooed quietly down at the baby on the floor, waving down at him. She wondered if she should wake the woman in the chair, but the child seemed to be alright where he was. It wasn't like he could crawl out of the shop, either.
The creak of the door caught her attention, and she approached the open space cautiously, wondering if there were more items in there. She felt almost compelled to enter the Study, and gave into her urges, after making a shush sign down at Linneas. Inle's entry into the room would be their little secret.
Some secrets were meant to be revealed, but all in due time. At least, that was what the Study and the Tome believed. As Inle entered the Study, the door quickly but silently closed behind her. The audible click of the door locking was loud enough to cause the red head to awaken.
"Hm? Wha?" Huni mumbled, trying to rise from the chair but failing as she groggily settled back down. "Linny, is there anything wrong?" she asked with a yawn.
Even if Linneas wanted to tell his mother, she wouldn't have been able to understand his babbling. But he wasn't lying when he shook his head, there wasn't anything wrong with making a new friend after all.
Huni wasn't the only one whose attention was caught by the door locking. Inle's eyes widened at the sound, and she immediately turned back to the door, trying futilely to open it. "Uh ohhh," she murmured, looking for another exit. Hopefully, she wouldn't be caught by the woman in the chair; she didn't want to get in trouble.
Trouble had always been a relative thing for the Study and Tome. Nothing was troublesome for the pair, though whether or not they caused trouble was a different matter.
The Study had sufficiently spooked their latest potential-author, it was the Tome's turn. The pages began to rustle, as if caused by a draft.
The rustling of the pages caused Inle to freak out more than the inexplicable locking of the door did. The air was still in the room, and yet the pages still turned? This was turning out to be something one might find in a horror or thriller movie.
Inle loved horror movies.
She turned to the Tome on the table, her eyes quickly taking in its details. The pages were still rustling, and upon closer inspection, Inle found that all of the pages were blank.
Blank the pages had been, true, but gradually, as if in slow motion, letters began to appear. It took a good few seconds before the question was fully formed:
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Inle stared at the page as the words formed upon it, feeling somewhat dumbfounded. Now it was REALLY starting to seem like she was in some kind of movie. She pondered the question for a moment before picking up a nearby pen. Her hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it wrote an answer beneath the question.
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As far as the seas take me.</center>
The sea, eh? The Study and Tome would have smiled at the response if it was possible. The walls had vanished, replaced by the endless expanse of the sea. The carpet had been changed into sand, sand and more sand. Perhaps the only thing left of the Study was the writing table.
The sound of steel clashing against steel rang through the air, underscored by the roar of the ocean waves. Behind Inle loomed a tidal wave, and at its very peak it paused as if time stopped at the precise moment. Without warning, the wave came crashing down.
But there was no water, no rushing of sea foam, no breaking of wood or anything of that sort. The Study appeared unharmed, unchanged, bone-dry and as dusty as it had always been. Only one thing disrupted the monotonous dark-color scheme.
A little figure that appeared to be perched upon the writing table. He was wrapped up in what appeared to be a pirate flag and had the most exquisite feathers growing from his entire body. He peered up at Inle with beautiful, sapphire eyes as a tome fell out from the flag.
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The smell of salted water filled Inle's nostrils, adding to the scenery the Study provided her with. With a mix of bewilderment and awe, she turned to view her imaginary surroundings, and her eyes widened as she saw the tidal wave, now right in front of her. It crashed around her, battering her senses into submission, and her eyes closed. She felt oddly at peace, in spite of the chaos of steel and sea water around her.
When she opened her eyes, it was all gone. But it had been replaced by something much more incredible.
Inle's eyes widened as she took in the small, feathered figure on the table. The large eyes of the parrot boy stared back at her, a fiery defiance within them. As Inle reached a hand out towards him, he clutched the flag wrapped around him tighter. The feathers of his small wings ruffled as he allowed her to touch him.
Inle stared at him for a long while, almost not noticing the book beside him. She touched the tome, and the boy shuffled his clawed feet restlessly.
"Yawr," he said, his tone low.
"Yarr to you too, kiddo," Inle said with a smile. The boy shifted once more, seeming almost conflicted. Finally, he reached his feather-covered arms out to Inle, and wordlessly, she picked him up.
And so the tale begins... 
The very first Tale Tybalt met. He doesn't mind being around the older boy, but he thinks his perpetual cleaning is kind of weird.
Tybalt thinks Khia's shapeshifting abilities are cool. He considers this Tale an ally; Khia gifted him with a pretty bracelet on Easter, but he doesn't know the older Tale well enough to consider him a friend.
Tybalt HATES Olivia, but he loves pissing her off. Some of his favorite nicknames for her are "wench" and "traitor."
There's something about Nalira that seems vaguely familiar to Tybalt, but he can't place his finger on it...
Tybalt doesn't like Ezra very much. He partially blames him for the feather-pulling incident that led to his utter hatred of Olivia.
Tybalt likes Aido--she's not bad, for a girl. He's intrigued by Ai's halo.
Not yet met.
Not yet met.
Tybalt met Angelus once, briefly, and already doesn't like him.
Not yet met.
Tybalt's first mate and very best friend. He's more than a little protective (and possessive) of her, and she's probably the only person that knows the real him. For some reason, he doesn't seem to mind it when SHE touches him...take that as you will. 
Not yet met.
Tybalt doesn't like Lance, but he very much enjoyed showing off at his expense.
Not yet met.
Tybalt feels comfortable around Sylvester, and for some reason is unable to dislike the other Tale as he does most of the others. He made Sylvester a member of his crew, thinking the other boy's utter malleability would prove advantageous for him in the future.
Not yet met.
Not yet met.
Tybalt thinks Donny is AWESOME, what with his overwhelming shinyness! It doesn't hurt that he's Vidya's little brother, either. Tybalt taught Donny his first words, and added him to his ever-growing crew.
Not yet met. 
