🎭 TFC AU: THE DRAGONS ☀️🐉🌙

The lower trading island was packed with people from early morning.

Dragons of various branches, people, merchants, travelers—everyone was hurrying somewhere, haggling, cursing, and trying not to get their tails in their faces. The familiar hum hung over the square, mixed with the smells of food, music, and the shouts of vendors.

Everything was going perfectly normally.

Until a Harlequin flew over the market.

In human form, with a bow on his back and a huge bag that was moving suspiciously.

• Harlequin.

He froze right in the middle of the square.

He turned around slowly.

Bill stood a few meters away from him.

• What?

• What do you have in your bag?

• Nothing.

The bag meowed loudly from inside.

Harlequin looked at him.

• It's the wind.

The meowing came from the bag again.

Bill looked at him silently for a few seconds.

• Wind?

• Very unusual.

Columbine leaned out from the nearest balcony.

• Harlequin, have you brought the cat again?

• Firstly, she went on her own. Secondly, I didn't steal her.

Pause.

• I acquired it temporarily.

“You took it from someone else’s counter,” Pierrot noted.

• Who cares?

• Huge.

• For the cat?

• For the owner.

From the other side of the square the Doctor’s calm voice was heard:

– If you have completed the legal registration of the cat, I have a question.

Harlequin frowned.

• Which?

– Why is my medical gown also in the bag?

Harlequin looked at the bag.

Then to the Doctor.

Then back to the bag.

• ...This is also the wind.

Silence fell over the square.

Somewhere nearby someone started laughing.

Jester, watching the proceedings from the terrace above the market, only shook his head.

• I was gone for ten minutes.

Bill adjusted his glove.

• That's exactly why everything happened.

The market continued to live its life as if something similar happened here every day.