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She was very embarrassed and only slightly registered his name—Figment. Fig. Fig, she repeated. That was easier to remember. Slowly, she stood up, as if afraid the world beneath her paws would shift and crack and disintegrate into nothing should she make too loud a sound.

Are you alone? she whispered, bringing her muzzle to his ear. I'm looking for an island—do you know where that would be?

He seemed more worldly, so it was worth an ask. Blueberry continually flinched at the bellowing and clashing, pressing closer to him as it carried on. Eventually, she began to get a fluttering feeling in her belly, not unlike what she'd felt with Bronco—

She swallowed, confused. What—