[SoM] Milling Around with Milton

“Milton…? Milton!”

Mars only sweated a little as they knocked on Milton’s cottage door. One of their many paws was still holding Skipper, who was giggling all the while as she figured out that due to the unstable magic all around them, she could now blow bubbles out of her little head feelers just by thinking and wishing for it a little bit.

Taking care of a puppypillar was hard enough, let alone when they had crazy magic going on. Mars just hoped that Milton would be able to give a lead…

“Eh—? Oh, come in, come in! Were you thinking of crafting an item…?”

“Not this time, Milton— have you… has magic not been working for you today?”

Milton furrowed his already very furry brows, tilting his fuzzy head to the side. “What do you mean by that? I’ve been able to make the items I craft with as much ease as usual.”

“Strange… because my magic has been all messed up.” Mars shook their head. “And Skipper is casting spells way too complicated for a puppy to learn! I couldn’t find anything particularly useful or relevant in the library, so I thought you might have a clue since you knew so much about magic… I guess I was wrong.”

Skipper cooed as she popped a bubble with her little stubby front paws. She giggled. Milton smiled at this sight.

“Well… I may not know exactly what this could be, but I’ve heard of something called magic pockets… perhaps these pockets are opening up once again…” He stroked at his beard. “It’s good that you have someone heavily affected by this magic with you - I would say that you could use her as a compass to go find those rifts and document them!”

“Little Skipper? As a compass?!” Mars asked, frowning a little. She looked over at her pup, who just cooed and laughed again.

“Well… as long as it’s safe,” She admitted. Milton nodded sagely.

“I do believe that the child would not come to any harm - magical pockets can be chaotic, but typically aren’t too chaotic as long as you’re careful. Just keep an eye on her as you go forth!”

“Alright— thanks, Milton.” Mars smiled, before looking down to Skipper. “You hear that, buddy? We’re going on an adventure together! We’ll have to tell your mama all about it when we get back home!”

Skipper beamed, yipping excitedly at the thought of an adventure.