Avocados can do many things. They can be eaten. They can become rotten. They can be delicious. They can... well, do a lot of things.
And in this case, they can be a threat to the life of a certain bird.
Believe it or not, avocado daggers are very sharp. They need to be sharp to cut the avocado cake, right?
I hope Ibis is not injured. Who else would fly into the avocado farm and get me avocados if not him?
So I gently picked up the bird that was throwing a disapproving look at his wound. It was not too severe, just a scratch. Good thing he had excellent reflexes or he would have been impaled through the heart.
Why would I aim at the heart of my dear friend? Because he interrupted me in the midst of making an avocado cake! (Not to mention that it's fun to throw daggers. But that was not my primary reason!)
No one can do that! Even Earth!
Even the three of them stayed away when I was baking! (Though they would use that time to mess up the books in the archives.)
But considering that this is my official avocado deliverer, I will let the matter slide. For now.
Letting go, I watch Ibis drop to the ground unceremoniously.
With an angry glare, I ask, "What troubled you so much that you have to interrupt me?"
Ibis gives a long sigh and looks at me in an uninterested way. When my patience is running thin, he finally says, "We have visitors."
"We always have visitors." There were many low gods or a time wraith or two that were looking through the records for various types of information.
Again he sighed and began to order the feathers that had gone into disarray because of his fall.
"Annoying visitors."
"They're all annoying."
After thinking for a bit, it responded with, "True. But they don't cause trouble."
"Trouble? Who would dare cause trouble at the Archives? Only..." My voice fades away. It couldn't be them, could it? But how did they escape? They must have had help. Powerful help. Death can't help them if she is locked up. The only one I can think of would be the Almighty. But he is dead now that his successor was picked.
The cake long forgotten, I started to run toward the Archives.
Turning to Ibis, I commanded, "Get Time. No wait, he probably knows already. Get Life even if you have to threaten to destroy his daggers."
Air better not have laid a finger on my books.