A friend for Imogene

And across the sill, a million miles away by her near sighted glance, she sees him.

Glass encased as any real beauty ought to be he sits. Calm. Sure of himself. Guarded. Perfect.

Imogene clicks over and introduces herself to the encased creature.

"Hello, I'm Imogene" she states matter of factly, she has not yet learned the art of conversation this being her first day of life and all, so we cut her some slack. "Who you be?" she questions.

"Well miss..." a purr arrives as though from underwater. "They call me ssssSalvadore ... Zeee Keeper of lost tings". He rebuffs. He's abrupt at best, rude to be more accurate and slightly accusatory for the mistake of her ignorance. He continues "Whom are you supposing to be zen?" he returns.

"I said my name is Imogene. I'm a centaur, I was born this morning under the giants bed. I'm looking for a friend to help me escape the puppies". She keeps to the points of conversation needed to gain information from this purring little wonder who so clearly is disinterested in her fancy of friendship. "If you can point me in the direction of the next friend you may see, I would be very grateful".

"I do not know deees tings!" he yells, though through his opaque prism only a few squat noises are heard, nothing like the yelp of the puppies below, still circling the bottom of the stairs, curiouser and curiouser about what is taking place on the sill.

"Well okay then Mister!" She bellows back, surprising herself with her own nerve and show of anger. "I will find one myself! Thanks for nothing sweet pea!" She turns on a hoof and saunters off. Never did ask about that arm in his prison though... not too certain the answer would be a thrill to the ears.