Cerulean Scavenger Hunt: Clue #2

Sarah frowned at the riddle. There was a lot more vague imagery this time, and her mind bent as she tried to make sense of it.

"Bakery and sewing? An odd combination, but no stranger than whatever this is," she gestured to one of the black and white images of Cygnus(?) that surrounded them. "The road where mothers walk. I guess Mom could be the mother, plural, and the road is most certainly Cerulean Road. Unless it's metaphorical? Ugh! Who even wrote this!" Sarah handed the map over to Tuesday and rubbed her head with one hand. There were too many unknowns. Too little to go off for them to plot a course.

"I think that Mom's house is a great place to start. Perhaps she can point us in the right direction."

And with that they headed back up Lower Cerulean, but only so far as the park, where they cut through the darkening greenery and slipped into the residential sector of the city, where Cerulean Street split into a dozen right-angled tributaries, each leading to its own little Cerulean Court. It was here that the Gothic/Western suburban architecture really shone, and Sarah was amazed at just how far the designers of the game had pushed the concept.

Cottages with vast steeples, white picket fences made of wrought iron, shacks with ornate brickwork and gargoyles above the door. And there, nestled snuggly where it had always been, was Mom's house.

Sarah reached up and grabbed the Zubat doorknocker, banging it twice on the ancient, eight-foot tall oak and steel double-doors. "Mom! We're home!"

There was a muffled reply from inside, and the door was opened by Mom's Medicham. Sarah slipped past it. The Pokemon had always creeped her out. "Mom? We need help with a puzzle!"

"I'm in here dear!" Mom called again, her voice coming from the kitchen.