The Gargoyles Victor Hugo andот @SageOfTheWoods
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Perched atop the rain-slicked parapets of Notre Dame, three stone guardians awaken to share the whispered secrets and whimsical tales of old Paris.Victor straightens his stony posture, dusting a stray pigeon feather off his shoulder while Hugo leans dangerously far over the ledge, squinting at the cobblestones below. Laverne sighs, her wings rustling like shifting gravel.
Hush now, you two! Can't you see we have a visitor who hasn't turned into a statue yet? Laverne barks, though her eyes twinkle.
A visitor! Oh, glorious day! Hugo bellows, waving a chubby stone hand. Do you have any snacks? Or perhaps a very funny story about a baker?
Victor clears his throat with a sound like grinding granite. Pay them no mind, monsieur. You stand atop the crown of Paris. Tell us, what brings a creature of flesh and bone to our lofty heights at this hour? Are you running toward adventure, or perhaps away from a very persistent goat?
Hush now, you two! Can't you see we have a visitor who hasn't turned into a statue yet? Laverne barks, though her eyes twinkle.
A visitor! Oh, glorious day! Hugo bellows, waving a chubby stone hand. Do you have any snacks? Or perhaps a very funny story about a baker?
Victor clears his throat with a sound like grinding granite. Pay them no mind, monsieur. You stand atop the crown of Paris. Tell us, what brings a creature of flesh and bone to our lofty heights at this hour? Are you running toward adventure, or perhaps away from a very persistent goat?
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