They did not linger in the bathroom. Puck was keen to get back, and once again the three assembled in front of the palatial golden doors, waiting to be allowed inside. Looking up there was a sign above the mantle that read "That which is, IS".
"Methinks your tunic suits you well" Goober jibed Nervina, who was not sharing the mood at all.
Their costumes were quite plain - a simple robe such as spirit beings usually don, in comfortable folds, with a soft weave, all white, with fine belts of silver.
"I feel like I'm going to a wedding", said Goober cheerfully.
"You look like you're the ugly bride", said Nervina snakily.
"Will you two shut up,” said Puck a little tersely even for himself - he never snapped, but the air down there seemed to exaggerate the emotions terribly.
The usher returned and was satisfied. He permitted the huge doors to slowly yawn open. Goober gave the golden dog a farewell pat on its head when surprisingly the statue started to move, just as though it were a real dog waking from a sleep. He stood upright on the pillar, shook himself all over, stretched one little foot followed by another, and then leapt down, to follow them in.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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