 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Amur caught Puck's wave and returned a small one of her own as she found a spot to take a seat. Settling herself, she shifted her attention to the Professor and the general vicinity, trying to glean what they might be learning today.
That question was quickly answered, though it wasn't an answer that immediately sparked recognition in her. Porlocks? Amur blinked. The name was vaugely familiar on two fronts. She had heard her grandparents make mention of it, both as a creature and as a place.
Her hand went up tentatively. "They look like a pulled-up shag carpet and are named after a city."
She left out the that likely sells a lot of shag carpets prediction of her grandparents. Really, she didn't know much about the city, let alone where it was, except for its name and that, well, it was a city. So adding any extra guess onto an already hesitant answer didn't seem like a good idea.
She hoped the Professor didn't ask where said city was.
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