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The prompt was “sparrow.”

                  “WHERE IS IT?” Ariadne yelled into the empty bedroom. The room looked as if a tornado had swept through. Clothes and bedding were scattered everywhere. The dresser’s drawers hung open at odd intervals, like a mouth with crooked teeth. Ariadne’s skin was burning a bright lavender due to the frustration coursing through her. Of all the things to misplace, she’d misplaced the small coin-like object that allowed her to call her sparrow. More wordless shouting accompanied her frantic digging. “You’d think it’d have some sort of tracking but noooooooo!” She complained to the disheveled room.

                  Her door swung open and was immediately stopped by her boots she’d flung. Ariadne jerked as if she’d been hit at the sound. “Is now not a good time?” Came Maximus’s voice as he peaked around the edge of the door, taking in the destruction. She waded her way through clothing, armor, and upended weapons to dislodge the boots so Maximus could step inside.

                  He stood in the small open area that was created by the opening of the room’s door and slowly looked around before looking at Ariadne. “I’m going to assume you lost something. Would you like some help?” She rolled her eyes at him and his even tone, somehow not at all shocked by the destruction around him. That was Maximus to a T, ever even keeled to her fiery short temper. Their friendship was proof of opposites attracting and in more ways than one. He was tall and broad to her short and lithe. She was loud. He was not. He seemed to have unending patience. And she obviously had none.

                  So, as she continued to dig through the same piles, Maximus put the room back together. “There’s no way we will find it in this mess,” he said over his shoulder as she stopped to look at him, chest heaving and hands on her hips. He still had no clue what “it” was, just that “it” was not going to appear in a trash heap. She shook her head and threw her hands in the air, and he continued. Ariadne would never snap at him, even in her worst mood.

                  Slowly the room looked more like a bedroom and less like ground zero of a bomb detonation. As Maximus crossed the end of her bed to help clean up the section she was still pillaging, he heard a crunch. The two shared a look, her of horror and his of shock. Raising his boot, Maximus saw beneath it a smashed coin-like object that was very much no longer as it should be. “So, uh, this was the thing you were looking for. He blushed hard, turning a bright purple and Ariadne exploded into laughter. “I guess we need to go get that fixed now,” She said between gasps of laughter.