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Oh NO, not another
#$%@* ELF!
Posted
April 29, 2008
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(We pick up from
where Junco first appeared to Inigo. For those in need
of a refresher course on Junco’s intro, see: The Watcher In The Woods
Inigo: …this is another sitting room –
Junco: Yes…
the tree is a pleasing touch, is it not -- ?
Tabitha:
Figures – another d*mn tree-huggin’
ELF *harrumph*!
Junco: I admit
freely to love of things in nature, Miss –
Inigo: Um, her name is Tabitha –
Tabitha: And
don’t you forget it! Not that I want you hangin’
around long enough so you have to use it! **shakes fist**
Tabitha: Why
oh WHY does Ms. Beamlette keep lettin’
in these pointy-eared freaks? **furiously waving arms** Like there aren’t
ENOUGH freaks here already!!! I gotta go give her a
PIECE of my MIND!!! **exits**
Junco:
High-strung child, is she not?
Inigo: Yes… and speaking of things strung, pray you
shall not have to hear her play that stringed instrument they call the banjo *shudder*.
Inigo: I had best go find Ms. Beamlette
before Tabitha does, to mitigate some of this furor. She is the mistress of the
house, and although she well knows Tabitha’s, um, temperment, it would be wise for
me to inform her of your visit. My apologies for leaving you alone –
Junco: No
worry, dear Inigo. This is an otherwise restful room.
Besides, I trust you to pave the way for my eventual presentation to your
housemistress. Best we do this gradually.
**Inigo
exits**
Zimta: **from other room** Hear we correctly
another ELF in our house is -- ?
Junco: That I
am – and who inquires? I have also heard there are Elves already dwelling
herein.
Zimta: Elves are we also, in this house living. Zimta I am called, and Hibou my
friend is. Join you if we may –
Junco: Pray,
do, and tell me of yourselves; I enjoy meeting other kith and kin, so far from
home. My name is Junco.
Zimta: A Mold Elf am I, a
race humble. Know I that other Elves doth have regard
low for my kind. Forward you may find me, but quietly proud am I of our folk.
Mold is necessary for life, is it not?
Junco: So
true, that humble things underpin all. I have heard of your people, and while
there are those of the Alar who disdain others, I
prefer to keep an open mind. There is so much in the world to fascinate and
interest one, do you not agree?
Hibou: (quietly to self) *hooo-ooooo-ooooooo*…
Zimta Speak you of interest, there
is aught more interesting than friend Hibou! In the
same forest dwelt we. Came she to live here, I could not but follow, for feared
I that she might ill-used be. This happily was not so; live we both most
cheerfully under the roof of Mistress Beamlette!
Junco: Hmmm…
**strokes Hibou’s feathers** A touching story of friendship…
Hibou: *hooo*-friend-good-is-Zimta-… -yes-*hoo-hoo*.
Junco: Yes… it
is apparent to me that your friend has a different way of, hm,
comporting herself than any other Elf I have ever encountered –
Zimta: Oh, aye! Like an owl is she, and never a finer hunter in
their way ‘tis there. Seen I how she with patience great stalks and pounces morsels fine. Share we
feasts many and fresh, in our woods native.
Hibou: *hoooooooooooo*…
Junco: And how
did Hibou acquire these skills – she must have
learned them at an early age, to be so thoroughly adept. It is most curious,
don’t you think?
Zimta: Ohhhh… ‘tis a tale obscure… know I not the particulars. Always has
she been this way, since when we met. ‘Twas owls
raised her up, told it was to us…
Hibou: *hoo-hoo*…
**sound of a great
RUSH of wings**
Zimta: OH! Found something tasty, has she!
Junco:
Extraordinary… no time to pity the poor creature, is there?
Junco: *looking
down* What charming footwear, Zimta.
They look marvelous comfortable, as well.
Zimta: Truly they are – made for me by friend Shakkyo, with skill fine and clever as he possesses. Many pair
has he gifted me; present you with a pair pretty, if you desire!
Junco: Your
generosity where such a special gift is concerned touches me. This must be a
remarkable friendship, and this Shakkyo.
Zimta: Remarkable IS he! Posesseth
he skills refined, to maketh slippers and tsurus that give luck, and tiny trees
cultivated that tsurus have a home. Yet also STRONG is he, whether to
lead an uma to homeland new, or
a contest of wrestling almost win. And like a LION is his face! So proud – yet
so kind… someday again will I see him… *smile*.
Junco: A
stirring description… I hope that indeed you will see him again…
Junco: Dear Zimta – you have surely opened my eyes to other of our kind
that I knew not before. I would very much like to count you as a friend, if you
are willing. Yours is as good a heart as any I have met in all my recent
travels *smile*.
Zimta: Count me, do – and shall I happily call you
friend Junco. Never enough friends can one have, say I.
Junco: *to
self* Ah, Sanar… though this errand was on your
account, it appears I may have found something else I have been looking for…
most fortunate!
I know Junco appears a shady
character, but trust me, she really isn’t a villain.
Returning to Yoshi and his obsession with Fenchurch. Now he tries a direct approach…
You Can’t Always Get What You
Want…
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