You approach the second house, looking up at it as you walk. It was, in a word, simple. A short and wide bungalow, with a wooden door, and a couple of windows which, unfortunately, you couldn't see into at the angle you were currently at. Coming to the door, you give it a few loud knocks, waiting as you hear the thumps of a monster's footsteps from within.
All of a sudden, the door swings inwards, and you find yourself gently grasped between two enormous talons! Holding you is a massive hippogryph, her fur a stormy grey and her feathers and avian faux-scales a bright gold. The edges of her beak curl upwards in a smile, as she deposits you into a palm. "Hello there, Rick! I'm Vivian, Vivian Goldpine..." she croons. "I got the e-mail from Phyllis, don't worry! I wouldn't dream of hurting you or any other human!"
Looking at her, you estimate the hippogyph to be around seven hundred feet tall - give or take a few feet either way. "Would you like to come in? I don't have everything set up just yet but I'm almost done unpacking..." Not wanting to be impolite, you accept Vivian's offer, and the hippogryph walks into her home, closing the door behind her as her tail swished back and forth.
You are placed onto a large wooden table that seems to take up a fair amount of space in the room. You can see that the room you're in is also connected to two others. "Would you like anything to drink, Rick? Maybe some tea?" Vivian asks from up above. "I'll just have some water, thanks." you reply. As Vivian walks into what is presumably her kitchen, you check out the stuff she has on the table you're on. First off is two different books by your sister, Olga, stacked on top of each other. Both are filled with bookmarks. There's also a large notepad with an accompanying ball-point pen, and a small journal bound in faux-leather bearing a small sticker with the word 'writing notes' written on it.
It seemed Vivian was a writer. Perhaps she took inspiration from your sister?
The table underneath you shakes ever so slightly as Vivian returns, a mug of tea held in one hand and a teeny-tiny cup of water presumably pinched between two of her talons in the other. The glass is handed to you, as Vivian takes a gulp from her mug.
Has the hippogryph noticed your interest in her writing?
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