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Chapter 670: Back To The Past

Not to mention, Nuri was practically her second daughter anyway. She had spent as much time at their estate as at her own castle when she and Astrid were young.

“Come on, Astrid, come on!” Nuri grabbed Astrid’s hands and tugged. “If we don’t hurry, we’ll miss all the animals! We have to see them all!”

Astrid gave her a fond smile. “Nuri, that’s kind of impossible. It’s called a zoo for a reason. They’re all enclosed. It’s not like they’re going to run away.”

Nuri’s face fell.

“Wait…so they can’t go back to the wild? They’re going to stay in their little cages forever?”

A look of fierce determination replaced the sadness.

“That’s so sad! I’ll free them all! I’ll break open every cage and smash every lock and—”

“NURI!” Astrid grabbed her by the shoulders before she could charge at the nearest enclosure. “Wait! Stop! It’s not what you think!”

“My father will help! He can burn through anything! We’ll have them all liberated by sunset!”

“Nuri, LISTEN to me!” Astrid shook her gently. “These animals weren’t stolen from the wild! Most of them were rescued from poachers who killed their families. Others were injured or sick and couldn’t survive on their own. The zoo takes care of them. Heals them. Gives them safe homes.”

Nuri stopped struggling. “They…They were already hurt?”

“Many of them, yes.” Nadia stepped forward, her voice calm and steady. “And you needn’t worry about their happiness, Nuri. The zoo employs a Blessed who can communicate with animals. She regularly checks that every creature here is content with its accommodations. If any animal were truly suffering, it would not remain.”

Nuri’s jaw dropped. “Wait, really? There’s really such a thing happening?”

Even Astrid looked surprised. “I never heard about something like that.”

Nadia, in her usual cool tone, said: “It’s not widely publicized. But perhaps the person who employs that Blessed is me.”

She placed a hand over her chest. “When the animals first began arriving from other worlds, I wanted to be sure nothing bad was happening to them. So I signed off on the hire myself. Every animal deserves to be heard, don’t you think?”

For a moment, Nuri was utterly silent. Then she launched herself at Nadia, wrapping her small arms around the Battle Angel’s waist and burying her face in her plump chest.

“Auntie Nadia! You’re the BEST! You take care of all the humans and all the animals! On behalf of every creature in every zoo everywhere, I’m giving you this hug!”

Nadia’s eyes widened. She looked down at the dragon princess clinging to her, then very slowly she placed a hand on Nuri’s head.

“Thank you, Nuri.”

Astrid watched the scene, her heart warm. She wanted to say something too and tell her mother how much she appreciated what she had done.

But the words caught in her throat, and she looked away.

But the day was only beginning.

“I want to speak to the animals!” Nuri declared suddenly.

“Nuri.” Nadia said gently. “The Blessed I employed has a gift specifically for—”

“But I can TRY!” Nuri insisted. “If we all work together, we can do anything! Right, Astrid? Right?”

“We?” Astrid blinked. “All of us?”

“Of COURSE all of us!” Nuri grabbed Astrid’s hand with one of hers and Nadia’s with the other. “We’re all at the zoo together, so we’ll all talk to the animals together! Come on!”

Before either mother or daughter could protest, Nuri had pulled them to a large habitat containing a massive, brightly-colored bird.

It looked like an ostrich that had been dipped in rainbow paint, with feathers that shimmered in every color imaginable and eyes that seemed almost…confused.

When it noticed them, it opened its beak and let out a noise that sat somewhere between a chicken’s Glork and a frog with a sore throat.

“Glork-Glork!”

Nuri’s eyes lit up like festival lanterns.

“Glork-Glork! Glork-Glork!” She repeated, her voice going high and silly.

Then she turned to her companions. “Come on, you two! Make the noise with me!”

Astrid and Nadia exchanged a look. It was the first time all day they had properly looked at each other, and in that shared glance was a mutual, silent acknowledgment:

This is absurd. This is completely absurd. And yet…

“Glork.” Astrid said quietly.

“…Glork.” Nadia added, even quieter.

“LOUDER!” Nuri commanded. “You’re not glorking nearly loud enough! Put your hearts into it! The bird traveled all the way from wherever colorful ostriches come from and it’s trying to make friends and you’re glorking like you’re at a library!”

Astrid’s face flushed. “Nuri, people are staring—”

“Let them stare!” Nuri planted her hands on her hips. “We are ambassadors of inter-species communication! Now GLORK!”

“Glork!” Astrid said, louder this time.

“Glork!” Nadia echoed, her voice carrying a note of something that might have been embarrassment or might have been the first stirrings of genuine amusement.

“GLORK! GLORK! GLORK!” Nuri was practically screaming now, bouncing up and down. “GLORK, GLORK, GLORK, GLORK, GLORK!”

Around them, the ongoers stopped in their tracks.

A battle angel and her daughter were standing outside a bird enclosure, glorking like poultry. Several children tugged at their parents’ sleeves, pointing, giggling.

But the trio was committed now. And to Nuri’s absolute delight, the bird noticed them. It cocked its head. It waddled closer. And then it answered:

“Glork-Glork-Glork!”

“Look! Look! We’re actually talking to it!” Nuri shrieked, doing a little spin that sent her wings fluttering. “Glork-Glork! Glork-Glork-Glork-Glork!”

The excitement proved contagious. The bird puffed up, clearly thrilled to have found an audience that spoke its language, and began glorking with great enthusiasm.

Then another bird joined. Then another. Within moments, the entire gaggle of colorful idiots had gathered at the fence, conducting a full symposium with two flustered goddesses and one ecstatic dragon.

“Glork-Glork-Glork-Glork-Glork!”

They went on for a solid five minutes, the humans and dragon and birds locked in what could charitably be called a conversation, all of them making the same meaningless sound at increasingly frantic volumes.

Children laughed. Tourists filmed. Somewhere, some poor marketing intern had no idea they were about to witness the birth of the year’s most popular meme.

Finally, Nuri collapsed backward onto the grass, laughing so hard tears streamed down her cheeks.

“We did it! We actually did it, Astrid! We spoke to an animal!”

She rolled over and wrapped her arms around one of Astrid’s tails, hugging it with all her might.

“Even I thought it might be impossible! I mean, I’m a dragon princess, not a bird princess! But through the power of all three of us…we did it!”

Then, abruptly, her smile flickered.

Her arms loosened.

She let go of the tail and stepped back, suddenly pale.

“I…I’m sorry, Astrid.” She whispered. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

Because here was the thing about Astrid’s tails: they were, and always had been, the most beloved objects in the small dragon’s universe.

When they were children, Nuri had lived for the feel of those seven plush tails swaddling her—sleeping under them like a blanket, hugging them when she was happy, burying her face in them when she was sad.

Her photo album was full of images of tiny Nuri cocooned in kitty-girl fluff, looking like the happiest creature alive.

Then the friendship had shattered.

Their falling-out had separated them for years. And Nuri had been deprived.

She had tried to make replicas, commissioning dolls stuffed with the softest fabrics in the world, dousing them in perfume she remembered from Astrid’s childhood.

Nothing ever worked. Nothing was warm, nothing was alive, nothing smelled right.

And once, at school, when her loneliness had overwhelmed her and she had watched Astrid walk by and on instinct—she grabbee the tail just for one second.

Unfortunately, Astrid had turned to look at her and her ruby eyes had been colder than Nadia’s ice.

She had looked at Nuri like…like a stranger. Like an annoyance. And she had walked away without a word.

Nuri had been terrified ever since. She knew this trip was a fragile miracle. She knew she had to be careful.

And she had just gone and hugged the tail. She had ruined it. She waited, trembling, for the rejection.

Instead, warmth closed around her and the familiar scent of fox fur and wildflowers.

Nuri opened her eyes.

She was cocooned. All seven of Astrid’s tails had wrapped around her, surrounding her in a cocoon of silver-white fluff, holding her close.

She couldn’t see anything except fur. She could barely breathe except for that scent.

“A-Astrid?” Her voice was tiny. “What—”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Astrid’s voice came from somewhere beyond the fur. “What you’ve always wanted.”

“I did, I did want it.” Nuri stammered, her eyes filling with tears. “But…I wasn’t expecting you to actually…I mean, in the past you pushed me away, and I thought…I thought—”

“Then forget what you thought about the past.”

Astrid pulled her close, holding the trembling dragon girl against her chest.

“Because the past doesn’t matter anymore.”

She paused. Then shook her head, her voice catching.

“No. That’s not true. The past does matter. I can’t just pretend I didn’t push you away for all those years, Nuri. I was cold and cruel to my best friend, and I’ve regretted it every single day since.”

Nuri’s eyes filled with tears. “Astrid…”

“But if you can forgive me…” Astrid’s voice trembled. “If you can give me another chance, then I want to go back. Back to the days when we were always together. When you’d fly above me while I ran through the fields. When you’d try to carry me with those tiny wings of yours even though I was twice your size.”

Nuri let out a wet laugh. “I always did manage it, though. Barely.”

“You always did.” Astrid was crying now too. “And when we were exhausted after a long day, we’d collapse into bed together. Me holding you against my chest. You wrapped up in my tails like they were a blanket.”

“L-Like a teddy bear.” Nuri whispered. “You were my teddy bear.”

“And you were mine. So…” Astrid pulled back just enough to look into Nuri’s eyes. “Can we go back? Can we be what we were? Please?”

For a single heartbeat, Nuri was perfectly still.

Then she threw herself at Astrid with such force that they both nearly toppled over.

“YES! Yes, yes, yes, YES!” She was sobbing openly now, her tears soaking into Astrid’s shirt, her claws digging into Astrid’s back. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted! More than anything in any world! I want to play with you and go on adventures with you and hug your tails every single day and—”

“Me too!” Astrid choked out. “Me too, Nuri! I’ve missed you so much!”

Standing beside them, Nadia felt tears prick at her own eyes. She had watched her daughter’s silent loneliness for years—had caught her staring at old photographs, tracing the outlines of a small dragon girl with her fingertips.

She had known, with a mother’s certainty, that Astrid had never stopped wanting this.

To see it mended, here, in the absurd little zoo, filled her heart with happiness and joy!

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