The Dragon of Taimoehk Book 2: Witches At Nightly (Not a misprint)
The raven looked down at the cracking egg below. Ah, a young white Taimoehk dragon popped her head out and then slept. The black raven changed form immediately so that the hatch-ling saw her as a dragon.
"All for the hatred," She muttered. She grinned as she turned back into a bird, this time a hawk. She flew out over the icy cliffs and grabbed a worm or two. She returned and saw the young dragon awake.
"Who are you? And where's my mother!"
"Where's your mum?" The hawk replied "Where's your mum?! Why, she abandoned you here in my cave! Your 'mum' is gone! Gone I tell you! Gone! She didn't deserve a sweetie like you! You belong to me now, sweet-sweet." It was a lie, of course, but the hawk did it for her own evil affairs.
"No! Never would my mum abandon me! Never!" the young dragon screamed. She began crying. She cried for quite a time before turning around to face the hawk and ask, "Would she?"
"Yes, my sweet, she would and already did. But I have you some worms to eat and a nanny to care for you with milk," the hawk replied. The nanny was also a lie. The nanny, just like the "mother" had been, would be the hawk. She could shape shift anyways.
The young hatch-ling looked up and said, "So where are my worms?" The hawk sighed and handed them over. She turned around and huffed and puffed. Then she spread her wings and lifted off. She soared over the icy cliffs and dune-like stone structures. She soared down through a tiny pass in between two cliffs and landed. She shrank down as an ant and went through a tiny hole in one of the cliffs. She became a hawk once inside and grabbed several evil potions and a couple ants off the floor. Then she flew back off to her cave in the side of the tallest cliff. It was covered in ice and blood. It was common for animals to slip off and cut themselves on sharp stones. She set the ants in front of the hatch-ling and the potions on a shelf.
"So," the hatch-ling asked. "Who are you?"
"A humble witch," the witch replied. Somewhere in this hatch-ling was the seed of evil and hatred. Somehow she had to bring it out. You see, the witch had created this dragon. She had pulled a jumble of genes together from the new Taimoehk species and in it planted a seed of evil and hatred. This dragon had no nameless, only a wicked and evil core that needed its darkness to grow and flourish. It had a small jumble of genes from the witch, too, so to create a wicked witch. It was the witch's dream.
"Where are we?"
"Why, the northern cliffs of Taimoehk, my babe. Not many dragons in these parts of Taimoehk," the witch replied.
"What's a witch?"
"A lovely thing," the witch lied.
"So, will you raise me?" "Of course, my sweet babe," the witch assured her.
"Oh," the hatch-ling said.
How will I bring the evil out in my creation? the witch pondered How can I melt the good every dragon possesses? How can I cover her in a loving evil? Ah, by potion. That's how. She took a potion in her talons and cracked it over the leftover bug when the hatch-ling wasn't looking. Now you're thinking, Ro-alla she thought Now you're thinking. "Why don't you finish your bugs, my sweet," the witch told her. The hatch-ling turned to eat and Ro-alla flew out to kill a goat. She brought in the slaughtered goat and skinned it. She settled the skins around the hatch-ling and told her, "Sleep my darling, sleep." She saw the bug was gone along with the spilt potion. "Wake tomorrow, wake tomorrow." The hatch-ling dug into the skins and slept.
She awoke with a different sprout inside, and a nameless consumed by evil. "My dear, how are you? Any dreams?" the witch asked.
"Yes," the hatch-ling replied. "About my mum. I hate her. I saw her leave me with the words, 'Goodbye, ugly one. Live miserably.'"
Good, good, the witch thought The magic has awoken the evil and is crushing the only seed of good. She has my ideal of a nameless. Pure evil. She is mine now.
The hatch-ling spoke again, "I dreamed about evil and good. Evil is the best. Good is a terrible, awful, thing that wants and hungers to destroy evil things. Witches are evil. I just wish I could be evil, too."
"With my potion you can be," the witch assured her. She cracked it over her white scales and the scales seemed to wither to a sleek black. Her fangs darkened and elongated tremendously. The young dragon shook her head savagely and almost roared. "You can shift to any size but, sadly you will never be able to shape shift. You will be able to change colors and size. Together, you and I will overcome this good! WE WILL HAVE THE MOST FEARED NAMELESS OF ALL!"
"What will my name be?" the young dragon asked.
"Nightly," the witch told her. "You will be as feared as a star-less night. It shall be Nightly."
Chapter 2
Far away in another part of Taimoehk, another dragon was hatching. He had been stolen from the witch and all seemed lost for him. He had hatched at the same moment as the other one, Nightly, that is. He awoke and shook his head and gurgled at the nun in front of him. He gurgled as he ate and his white scales glimmered. He looked up at the nun and smiled. She smiled weakly at him. There's no hope for him. she thought. He probably already has a small seed of evil in him. We can only hope. Hope. That was her name, Hope. She had been raised by a nun as the only red Taimoehk dragon that had ever hatched. She most likely wouldn't survive out there by herself. She looked down at the babe. "Horik," she told him "Horik is the perfect name. Yes. I think I shall name you Horik. Yes, that's perfect for a little boy like you. Yes. Perfect."
He gurgled and cooed, his white scales wet with liquid. "Ah, here lil babe. Just a lil bath for a lil babe like you. Yes, just an itty, bitty bath for an itty, bitty babe," she said as she picked him up and took him to a large turtle shell filled with warm water. She bathed him and dried him with a skin. She set him on some lichen and furs and fed him with milk. She rubbed him and examined him and sighed with relief.
She left him with another nun and went to tell the mother superior, "He's as healthy as little babes come and coos and gurgles all the time! I just hope that there's some-"
"Hope," the mother superior said.
"Yeah. You finished my sentence for me!" Hope said.
"No," the mother superior shook her head. "I meant you, Hope. There is always hope, we just have to choose to see it that way."
"Oh, yeah, right. Yes'm. Got it. Might I take a walk out? I've been meanin' to do some studies out there," Hope asked.
"Yes, but please work on your grammar. We are to be a good example unto the world," Mother Superior told her. Hope nodded and went to tell the other nun in charge of the babe.
Then she went out to study the landscape and dragonly behavior. She also liked to study how the Kingdom of Taimoehk was coming along. She was walking along through a shallow and gray canyon when she spotted something black around the corner. She kept on walking and taking notes when she spotted it again. She crept over and peeked around the corner. "A black Taimoehk dragon," she whispered to herself. "When did that happen?" She grunted and turned around to go back in wonder. If she had stayed one more moment she would've seen the hawk and several potion bottles and dragon heads. She went back to her home and donated her studies. But her studies contained 1 major flaw. She had written that occasionally a Taimoehk dragon would be born black, which as we know is only possible by magic. The mother superior laughed at several discoveries but frowned about black dragons. She sent it to the academy for verification purposes. Hope played with Horik all day before feeding him again. He suckled and suckled and suckled at her milk and fell asleep almost instantly. She curled up beside him to sleep as well.
The witch and Nightly were having a very different night. Nightly had curled up after a long day of flight and Ro-alla had found a nice plump rabbit for dinner. They had split it 3 ways, 2 ways for Ro-alla and 1 for Nightly. The "nanny" had come over for a while before flight practice. Ro-alla made sure her creature could fly early. There had been no breaks and no complaints. By the end of the day, Nightly had flown it full.
The next day Horik had started jump-flight, (jumping and trying to fly) and was very perseverant. Hope taught him how to breathe fire in a way that was very secretive. She taught him several yoga stances and Tai Chi moves. He seemed to enjoy falling over. She fed him a very full meal before taking him for a walk.
"That is where the hermits live," she told him "Our first king visited there once. Oh, those are green-fang trees-" (pine or fir trees)"- and those are winter blood roses. They're often used in stews and pies back home. They'll probably have some at your Hatching Special Ceremony tonight. Nuns love it when a new dragon hatches or comes in. I can't wait to show you off tonight! You're the first babe I've done. Never done an orphan 'fore either. Bet you can't wait 'til tonight either!" Horik thought it was fun to listen to Hope, since she rarely stopped. It wasn't really that boring, since Hope barely ever brought up the same subject. Horik couldn't help but be excited about that night, Hope made it sound very cool. His mouth watered at the word cake.
"Well, baby," Hope told him. "Time to go home. Sure ya don't mind, do ya lil' babe? Na' ya ain't mindin'." He walked along home to his little room.
"Bath time, little one," a nun told him as she lifted him into the turtle-shell tub. "I can safely say that Hope probably told you all about tonight." Horik nodded and breathed several wisps of smoke. "Ah, your First Wisp. Nicely done, Horik, my little boy, nicely done." Horik tilted his head to the side at her soothing words. She lifted him out and dried him off. She began squinting at him. He tried to distract her, being stared at is highly uncomfortable. "Oh!" she exclaimed "My dear little Horik! Her spells! Oh!" She fainted. He did feel a twist in his nameless. He began running around until a nun noticed him. "OH LITTLE HORIK! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU! ON MY BACK! NOW LITTLE ONE, NOW!"
At the witch's quarters quite the opposite happened.
"Look Master! Look at my wonderful buck I took down with my venom!" Nightly was saying. "Quite excellent, my dear, quite excellent. I see a nice 3 fang slash across the heart and open eyes. Good, no Last Breath ceremony. Excellent darling, quite fine indeed," the witch told her. "I took a doe in the Barren Region of Good." They referred to the Lush Forest of Taimoehk as the Barren Region of Good. "She was quite ticklish. I gave it to her mate, I sure did. He cried 'til he died, I dare say." Excellent Ro-alla thought How well she's turned out. I do dare say the best of my creations. The last one ran off with a fisher. What a zeamok of a dragon. Zeamok was the worst cuss to call another dragon.
Hope had flown off with little Horik to the dragon who had turned her to the nuns. He performed the famous "De-Witchcraft Craft." It was often used to de-spell dragons who had been cursed or used by witches, as Horik had been.
"Gabe!" Hope banged on the door of his shop. "Gabe! It's Hope! It's me! Remember you took me to the nunnery! I'm that red dragon!" The door opened slightly and a head poked out.
"Hope!" he exclaimed "Hope! It's you! Come on in, come on in. A blizzard like this is no place for an emergency!" The 2 walked inside and Gabe gasped, "If it isn't little I-never-named-you! Why, I remember stealing you on my last trip to steal some ingredients from the witch. In need of a little de-spelling I s'pose, eh?"
"Yep, he sure is, turnin' black he is, he really is," Hope told him.
Gabe picked him up and set him in a bubbling white cauldron, "Now then just let me dump in some spice and a'shine my little magnifying glass and see what the problem is." He added the spice. He moved the glass all around and finally set upon a spot on the dragon. "The nameless is being squeezed of good. I shall set him up with some medicine. Let me see, right now would be a good time. I recommend a nice lil fangling (A dragon measurement of liquids) of sarareeta juice before bed and 3 times a day. The coloring will stay though. I think he looks even more like snow with that hint u' gray in 'im. I really think he'll be fine, lil Hopey. I really do. Here take some berries."
He sent them out with a big pot of berries. Hope grumbled at its weight + Horik, but she kept on. She arrived back and donated the berries to the kitchen at the nunnery. She took a fangling of sarareeta juice and gave it to him. The darkening stopped and he gurgled with delight. His nameless no longer had that weird feeling in it. By that time, it was almost sunset. Hope let him suckle at her milk. He licked his lips and lapped up spilled water from a bowl that had been taken to the kitchen. He rolled and gurgled and Hope purred at him. He jumped at the new sound and then gurgled again. He couldn't seem to stop playing so Hope joined in the rolling and gurgling game.
When sunset arrived, the nuns swept him out to a big, open area. Hope took him up onto a very large stump to speak.
"This is the first young'un I have helped raise for y'all nuns. I am 'specially proud o' his turning out so well. Y'all been so good to me I can't pay ya. I just hope I done good with this here young'un," She bowed and Horik followed her lead. The mother superior thought it was a horrible speech and was glad it didn't include any tangents.
"Let the festivities begin!" the mother superior exclaimed. The nuns partied and partied with winter blood rose pies and stews for the joy of eating. There were puddings and pies and cakes and party stalls. They showed off their knit sweaters and almost spoiled Horik. Poor Horik was completely surrounded with loves and kisses he didn't want! Horik gladly escaped with gifts of many favorable things and a full cauldron of sarareeta juice. He and Hope played with his new little twig toys that he had been given before curling up for bed.
As they drifted off, Hope began to lick his head and whispered in his ear,"Ya know, you might be the swellest lil babe I ever seen. Horik, what a perfect name for my lil babe." He closed his eyes and slept.
Nightly gnawed away at the bones of her buck while Ro-alla brewed a potion. A sudden scream echoed off the cliff walls and Nightly stood up hungrily.
"May I go off and find the goat?" Nightly giggled. "He'll be a bloody lil fella. Plenty of blood to drink and hair to toss into cauldrons! May I please, Master Ro-alla?"
"By zeamok, of course! Find him and as we always say-"
She was cut off by Nightly, "Where one dies another one cries!" She giggled.
"That's right, Nightly! Bring me back 3 goats or by zeamok you won't forget it!"
As Nightly left, Ro-alla snickered and hissed savagely under her breath, "Goodbye dearie. Mama's gonna make sure you won't see a ray of sun ever again." She cackled and began working with the leftover bone from Nightly.
"All for the hatred," She muttered. She grinned as she turned back into a bird, this time a hawk. She flew out over the icy cliffs and grabbed a worm or two. She returned and saw the young dragon awake.
"Who are you? And where's my mother!"
"Where's your mum?" The hawk replied "Where's your mum?! Why, she abandoned you here in my cave! Your 'mum' is gone! Gone I tell you! Gone! She didn't deserve a sweetie like you! You belong to me now, sweet-sweet." It was a lie, of course, but the hawk did it for her own evil affairs.
"No! Never would my mum abandon me! Never!" the young dragon screamed. She began crying. She cried for quite a time before turning around to face the hawk and ask, "Would she?"
"Yes, my sweet, she would and already did. But I have you some worms to eat and a nanny to care for you with milk," the hawk replied. The nanny was also a lie. The nanny, just like the "mother" had been, would be the hawk. She could shape shift anyways.
The young hatch-ling looked up and said, "So where are my worms?" The hawk sighed and handed them over. She turned around and huffed and puffed. Then she spread her wings and lifted off. She soared over the icy cliffs and dune-like stone structures. She soared down through a tiny pass in between two cliffs and landed. She shrank down as an ant and went through a tiny hole in one of the cliffs. She became a hawk once inside and grabbed several evil potions and a couple ants off the floor. Then she flew back off to her cave in the side of the tallest cliff. It was covered in ice and blood. It was common for animals to slip off and cut themselves on sharp stones. She set the ants in front of the hatch-ling and the potions on a shelf.
"So," the hatch-ling asked. "Who are you?"
"A humble witch," the witch replied. Somewhere in this hatch-ling was the seed of evil and hatred. Somehow she had to bring it out. You see, the witch had created this dragon. She had pulled a jumble of genes together from the new Taimoehk species and in it planted a seed of evil and hatred. This dragon had no nameless, only a wicked and evil core that needed its darkness to grow and flourish. It had a small jumble of genes from the witch, too, so to create a wicked witch. It was the witch's dream.
"Where are we?"
"Why, the northern cliffs of Taimoehk, my babe. Not many dragons in these parts of Taimoehk," the witch replied.
"What's a witch?"
"A lovely thing," the witch lied.
"So, will you raise me?" "Of course, my sweet babe," the witch assured her.
"Oh," the hatch-ling said.
How will I bring the evil out in my creation? the witch pondered How can I melt the good every dragon possesses? How can I cover her in a loving evil? Ah, by potion. That's how. She took a potion in her talons and cracked it over the leftover bug when the hatch-ling wasn't looking. Now you're thinking, Ro-alla she thought Now you're thinking. "Why don't you finish your bugs, my sweet," the witch told her. The hatch-ling turned to eat and Ro-alla flew out to kill a goat. She brought in the slaughtered goat and skinned it. She settled the skins around the hatch-ling and told her, "Sleep my darling, sleep." She saw the bug was gone along with the spilt potion. "Wake tomorrow, wake tomorrow." The hatch-ling dug into the skins and slept.
She awoke with a different sprout inside, and a nameless consumed by evil. "My dear, how are you? Any dreams?" the witch asked.
"Yes," the hatch-ling replied. "About my mum. I hate her. I saw her leave me with the words, 'Goodbye, ugly one. Live miserably.'"
Good, good, the witch thought The magic has awoken the evil and is crushing the only seed of good. She has my ideal of a nameless. Pure evil. She is mine now.
The hatch-ling spoke again, "I dreamed about evil and good. Evil is the best. Good is a terrible, awful, thing that wants and hungers to destroy evil things. Witches are evil. I just wish I could be evil, too."
"With my potion you can be," the witch assured her. She cracked it over her white scales and the scales seemed to wither to a sleek black. Her fangs darkened and elongated tremendously. The young dragon shook her head savagely and almost roared. "You can shift to any size but, sadly you will never be able to shape shift. You will be able to change colors and size. Together, you and I will overcome this good! WE WILL HAVE THE MOST FEARED NAMELESS OF ALL!"
"What will my name be?" the young dragon asked.
"Nightly," the witch told her. "You will be as feared as a star-less night. It shall be Nightly."
Chapter 2
Far away in another part of Taimoehk, another dragon was hatching. He had been stolen from the witch and all seemed lost for him. He had hatched at the same moment as the other one, Nightly, that is. He awoke and shook his head and gurgled at the nun in front of him. He gurgled as he ate and his white scales glimmered. He looked up at the nun and smiled. She smiled weakly at him. There's no hope for him. she thought. He probably already has a small seed of evil in him. We can only hope. Hope. That was her name, Hope. She had been raised by a nun as the only red Taimoehk dragon that had ever hatched. She most likely wouldn't survive out there by herself. She looked down at the babe. "Horik," she told him "Horik is the perfect name. Yes. I think I shall name you Horik. Yes, that's perfect for a little boy like you. Yes. Perfect."
He gurgled and cooed, his white scales wet with liquid. "Ah, here lil babe. Just a lil bath for a lil babe like you. Yes, just an itty, bitty bath for an itty, bitty babe," she said as she picked him up and took him to a large turtle shell filled with warm water. She bathed him and dried him with a skin. She set him on some lichen and furs and fed him with milk. She rubbed him and examined him and sighed with relief.
She left him with another nun and went to tell the mother superior, "He's as healthy as little babes come and coos and gurgles all the time! I just hope that there's some-"
"Hope," the mother superior said.
"Yeah. You finished my sentence for me!" Hope said.
"No," the mother superior shook her head. "I meant you, Hope. There is always hope, we just have to choose to see it that way."
"Oh, yeah, right. Yes'm. Got it. Might I take a walk out? I've been meanin' to do some studies out there," Hope asked.
"Yes, but please work on your grammar. We are to be a good example unto the world," Mother Superior told her. Hope nodded and went to tell the other nun in charge of the babe.
Then she went out to study the landscape and dragonly behavior. She also liked to study how the Kingdom of Taimoehk was coming along. She was walking along through a shallow and gray canyon when she spotted something black around the corner. She kept on walking and taking notes when she spotted it again. She crept over and peeked around the corner. "A black Taimoehk dragon," she whispered to herself. "When did that happen?" She grunted and turned around to go back in wonder. If she had stayed one more moment she would've seen the hawk and several potion bottles and dragon heads. She went back to her home and donated her studies. But her studies contained 1 major flaw. She had written that occasionally a Taimoehk dragon would be born black, which as we know is only possible by magic. The mother superior laughed at several discoveries but frowned about black dragons. She sent it to the academy for verification purposes. Hope played with Horik all day before feeding him again. He suckled and suckled and suckled at her milk and fell asleep almost instantly. She curled up beside him to sleep as well.
The witch and Nightly were having a very different night. Nightly had curled up after a long day of flight and Ro-alla had found a nice plump rabbit for dinner. They had split it 3 ways, 2 ways for Ro-alla and 1 for Nightly. The "nanny" had come over for a while before flight practice. Ro-alla made sure her creature could fly early. There had been no breaks and no complaints. By the end of the day, Nightly had flown it full.
The next day Horik had started jump-flight, (jumping and trying to fly) and was very perseverant. Hope taught him how to breathe fire in a way that was very secretive. She taught him several yoga stances and Tai Chi moves. He seemed to enjoy falling over. She fed him a very full meal before taking him for a walk.
"That is where the hermits live," she told him "Our first king visited there once. Oh, those are green-fang trees-" (pine or fir trees)"- and those are winter blood roses. They're often used in stews and pies back home. They'll probably have some at your Hatching Special Ceremony tonight. Nuns love it when a new dragon hatches or comes in. I can't wait to show you off tonight! You're the first babe I've done. Never done an orphan 'fore either. Bet you can't wait 'til tonight either!" Horik thought it was fun to listen to Hope, since she rarely stopped. It wasn't really that boring, since Hope barely ever brought up the same subject. Horik couldn't help but be excited about that night, Hope made it sound very cool. His mouth watered at the word cake.
"Well, baby," Hope told him. "Time to go home. Sure ya don't mind, do ya lil' babe? Na' ya ain't mindin'." He walked along home to his little room.
"Bath time, little one," a nun told him as she lifted him into the turtle-shell tub. "I can safely say that Hope probably told you all about tonight." Horik nodded and breathed several wisps of smoke. "Ah, your First Wisp. Nicely done, Horik, my little boy, nicely done." Horik tilted his head to the side at her soothing words. She lifted him out and dried him off. She began squinting at him. He tried to distract her, being stared at is highly uncomfortable. "Oh!" she exclaimed "My dear little Horik! Her spells! Oh!" She fainted. He did feel a twist in his nameless. He began running around until a nun noticed him. "OH LITTLE HORIK! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU! ON MY BACK! NOW LITTLE ONE, NOW!"
At the witch's quarters quite the opposite happened.
"Look Master! Look at my wonderful buck I took down with my venom!" Nightly was saying. "Quite excellent, my dear, quite excellent. I see a nice 3 fang slash across the heart and open eyes. Good, no Last Breath ceremony. Excellent darling, quite fine indeed," the witch told her. "I took a doe in the Barren Region of Good." They referred to the Lush Forest of Taimoehk as the Barren Region of Good. "She was quite ticklish. I gave it to her mate, I sure did. He cried 'til he died, I dare say." Excellent Ro-alla thought How well she's turned out. I do dare say the best of my creations. The last one ran off with a fisher. What a zeamok of a dragon. Zeamok was the worst cuss to call another dragon.
Hope had flown off with little Horik to the dragon who had turned her to the nuns. He performed the famous "De-Witchcraft Craft." It was often used to de-spell dragons who had been cursed or used by witches, as Horik had been.
"Gabe!" Hope banged on the door of his shop. "Gabe! It's Hope! It's me! Remember you took me to the nunnery! I'm that red dragon!" The door opened slightly and a head poked out.
"Hope!" he exclaimed "Hope! It's you! Come on in, come on in. A blizzard like this is no place for an emergency!" The 2 walked inside and Gabe gasped, "If it isn't little I-never-named-you! Why, I remember stealing you on my last trip to steal some ingredients from the witch. In need of a little de-spelling I s'pose, eh?"
"Yep, he sure is, turnin' black he is, he really is," Hope told him.
Gabe picked him up and set him in a bubbling white cauldron, "Now then just let me dump in some spice and a'shine my little magnifying glass and see what the problem is." He added the spice. He moved the glass all around and finally set upon a spot on the dragon. "The nameless is being squeezed of good. I shall set him up with some medicine. Let me see, right now would be a good time. I recommend a nice lil fangling (A dragon measurement of liquids) of sarareeta juice before bed and 3 times a day. The coloring will stay though. I think he looks even more like snow with that hint u' gray in 'im. I really think he'll be fine, lil Hopey. I really do. Here take some berries."
He sent them out with a big pot of berries. Hope grumbled at its weight + Horik, but she kept on. She arrived back and donated the berries to the kitchen at the nunnery. She took a fangling of sarareeta juice and gave it to him. The darkening stopped and he gurgled with delight. His nameless no longer had that weird feeling in it. By that time, it was almost sunset. Hope let him suckle at her milk. He licked his lips and lapped up spilled water from a bowl that had been taken to the kitchen. He rolled and gurgled and Hope purred at him. He jumped at the new sound and then gurgled again. He couldn't seem to stop playing so Hope joined in the rolling and gurgling game.
When sunset arrived, the nuns swept him out to a big, open area. Hope took him up onto a very large stump to speak.
"This is the first young'un I have helped raise for y'all nuns. I am 'specially proud o' his turning out so well. Y'all been so good to me I can't pay ya. I just hope I done good with this here young'un," She bowed and Horik followed her lead. The mother superior thought it was a horrible speech and was glad it didn't include any tangents.
"Let the festivities begin!" the mother superior exclaimed. The nuns partied and partied with winter blood rose pies and stews for the joy of eating. There were puddings and pies and cakes and party stalls. They showed off their knit sweaters and almost spoiled Horik. Poor Horik was completely surrounded with loves and kisses he didn't want! Horik gladly escaped with gifts of many favorable things and a full cauldron of sarareeta juice. He and Hope played with his new little twig toys that he had been given before curling up for bed.
As they drifted off, Hope began to lick his head and whispered in his ear,"Ya know, you might be the swellest lil babe I ever seen. Horik, what a perfect name for my lil babe." He closed his eyes and slept.
Nightly gnawed away at the bones of her buck while Ro-alla brewed a potion. A sudden scream echoed off the cliff walls and Nightly stood up hungrily.
"May I go off and find the goat?" Nightly giggled. "He'll be a bloody lil fella. Plenty of blood to drink and hair to toss into cauldrons! May I please, Master Ro-alla?"
"By zeamok, of course! Find him and as we always say-"
She was cut off by Nightly, "Where one dies another one cries!" She giggled.
"That's right, Nightly! Bring me back 3 goats or by zeamok you won't forget it!"
As Nightly left, Ro-alla snickered and hissed savagely under her breath, "Goodbye dearie. Mama's gonna make sure you won't see a ray of sun ever again." She cackled and began working with the leftover bone from Nightly.
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