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"But, does such people exist? I know some on my side, even my best friend is kind-hearted, the rest is awful, a group of evil idiots tried to harm a family of rabbits, i was there right in time, and.. BAM! I fought them! That should teach them."

He took a muffin and eat it, he felt more calm after that, he drink some tea.

"The last time i checked, people had those.. Dark, corrupted hearts.. I try to help the animals, at least, they know that i am not like the rest.."

He shook his head, looking sad here.

"I always lived around animals, until i moved to the castle, i become a court-jester, i love that so much."

"They do exist, my dear. I can attest for I have found some lovely individuals myself. It took many years of searching, but I have found hearts of valor. I know it seems rather hopeless when you see nothing but souls full of darkness for so long, but they do exist. Here and other places." The Keeper throws more wood into the blue-hue fire, using only her hand to wave it in like a mage. "Perhaps you will find someone here. It is a hope."

"In that observatory? I hope so, it’s exhausting.."

He sighed and finished his tea, he took a scone and examined it.

"Oh! I know this little cake."

He ate it and gulped.

"It’s so good! Food is just.. Love and life, but we don’t eat any friendly animals, they are too pure for this world.."

He looked at her.

"Apparently, after i was born, a family of rabbits were bringing some presents to me, it’s a custom that was passed from a generation to another, since then, i adore rabbits, i mean.. Who couldn’t? Outside of those stupid hunters.."

“I have never quite believed in this however rabbits are seen as vectors of good fortunes. They are also seen as ambassadors of the moon. Which that latter I am quite found of.” She looks up at the moon through the windows for the ceiling, where it shimmers with ambient light amongst the constant aurora borealis with its pastels.

He pointed at the moon.

"You know, it is associated to monsters, like werewolves.. Elsewhere i.. Heard of a story, about a rabbit god on the moon.

He was friend with a wolf, a.. Huh.. God also? Oh, and he could make food with the rice.. Aaaand.. I.. Kinda forgot.."

He stopped to point at the moon, but he stared at it.

"The rabbit god was as pure as snow and very smart, from what a merchant told me."

“I have heard of such a tale. Of course I know it is not true. But it is a nice story in any case.” [iThe Keeper shrugs her shoulders lightly.][/i] “I am afraid that no one with a connection to rabbits has visited. Nor are any of my creations of the rabbit kind. But perhaps one will visit someday, and they will be your good luck.” She smiles in a wistful, hopeless romantic, kind of way.

"My good luck? Heh."

Thought he is pessimistic, but he understood her point of view, something is magical from her, but he couldn’t find what.

Despite being a dwarf, he have a strong appetite and he ate some muffins, the tastes were just as he needed.

"I have a sort of connection with rabbits, i can understand what they say, and i have that urge to hug them too, and protect them from harm, i never found if it’s from my family, or just myself, but.. If i don’t do that, none else does."

"As I have a connection to the beautiful creatures many sadly find repulsive." She turns and looks at one of her guests in particular, who just happens to one of her own insectoid creations. "Very often I find those who revile these precious creatures that YHVH created and it makes me quite saddened. As you feel sadness when a rabbit is slaughtered by a hunter, I too become sad when even the smallest ant is squashed by a careless foot. So I do understand your frustrations."

"I promise that i will be more careful about ants, and it’s not only sadness i feel.. it’s ANGER!"

Realizing that he yelled the last word, he become embarrassed immediately.

"I’m sorry.."

He took some scones and offered them to the insect-like guests, as he felt bad if he ever murdered any ants by accident.

He returned to the young woman who welcomed him in earlier.

"Say, are you a princess? Because your place isn’t common, not even from what a rabbit told me."

Orme, the guest he hands the scones to is rather shocked by the gesture, half because she was talking to someone but she takes it graciously. “Thank you!”

The Keeper smiles at him and his kindness to one of her children. “I am a Princess not by human blood. But by favor in my Heavenly Father’s heart.” She smiles with sentimentality. “So I suppose you could call me one.”

"I am a court-jester, but i can fight if needed, i helped my best friend so many times, he will be a knight one day."

He looked at the moon, being curious about something.

"Say, princess, how many dimensions does exist? I heard there were billions, but it’s probably more than that, no?"

“Truly I tell you. There are billions. There is one for each for each beautiful mind that is conceived. Everyone’s imagination is one, from daydreaming to when you go to sleep. And some minds even have multiple. The especially imaginative have multiple that live within them. Those of us who have been graced with vivid thoughts can have hundreds of thousands. So. You are right. There are far more than millions. But truly I tell you, this is the only one that exists in matter. The others are speculative. This one is the one that matters.”

"It is only one that matters? Is it because it’s the main dimension?"

He titled his head, as if he was a dog, then again, he was cursed as one before..

But then, he shook his head.

"I think i got.. 3 that i cares about, the others are a bit more modern, maybe less than your.. How do you call the place you live in?"

“We live in the dimension of ‘Now’ here on this beautiful planet called Earth. That is the one that is divinely important.” She says this rather plainly, grabbing a muffin for herself with chia seeds upon its surface. And she takes a dainty bite of it.

"The two others i knew were also set on Earth."

But still, what if there were more than one Earth? Would that create copies of himself?

He turned his attention to the guests.

"At least, you are not alone with them, it’s.. Not easy, you know? Being alone.. The world is too huge to solve more of the many problems it have.."

He let out a deep sigh here.

"I have never seen a god, not before, not now, i bet it’s a fairytale."

The Keeper looks out the window, her hands gracefully held at her lower back. “It is no fairytale. And I hope you know you are welcome here whenever you feel alone. Just know you are never truly alone.” She smiles at him, turning her head to face him in order to do so.

"Really? Then, what does the god look like?"

His eyes squinted a little, as if he was judging her,
In reality, it’s not the case, he tried not to cry once again, she was being very nice to him.

Some people did not regarded dwarves positively, and he wasn’t an exception to that.

As a revenge, he stole their food, and even money.

He did felt bad, but his anger controlled him, making him reacting in the wrong way.

“No one knows for sure. But I have seen Him, and His face is just so soft…” she smiles but she notices that Peewit is struggling. So she gets a blanket for him and wraps it around him. “Here, get yourself nice and comfortable. It has been a very long day I can tell.”

"It was a very long day, i know that i am a prankster, but i am not evil.."

He saw how she wrapped a blanket around him, she is one of the few who did so.

"Thank you.. Say, you are an human? I think you mentioned that you were.. Something else, earlier."

“I am merely a human, yes.” She nods quietly with a smile. And maybe a small giggle too. “Nothing far too special.”