quipped.
“Okay, looks like you’ve got your standard sleeping potion in that bottle, a handful of frog pebbles, three battering bats, a freeze wand, two Giganticus Snailicus pills, some Forget Me Dust, ohhh…wait…there’s Remember Me Dust, too. How unusual! And you’ve got some Forgur Cookies, Green Vomiting Swamp Eel Snot, and some….”
“Wait, slow down, you have to tell me what all these things do,” Sadie said somewhat desperately. “I’ll never know what to do with them or how to use them if you don’t tell me.”
With her leaves rustling, the Green Woman smiled at Sadie. It was a warm, almost motherly smile, and it made Sadie relax a bit. She regained her train of thought and slowed down her urgency. It may have been the Green Woman’s intense gaze or maybe it was the warm sunlight beginning to stream through the branches and wood of the lean-to.
“What are frog pebbles? Are they dehydrated frogs?” Sadie asked, wondering what the importance of dried frogs could be.
The Green Woman seemed to laugh a moment and then spoke. “Frog Pebbles will turn anyone into a frog so long as you place a pebble on their person. They can only be turned back into what they were or are by placing a Reverse Frog Pebble on their frog person. That can be dangerous though as Reverse Frog Pebbles are three times the size of regular Frog Pebbles, and frogs can be quite small. I personally see no problems with being a frog, seems a simple enough life to me.”
“Do I have any reverse Frog Pebbles? I might need them.”
“I don’t think they thought them necessary, as I don’t see any. If they had, I’m sure they would have included them when they packed your bag.”
A rustling was heard outside in the leaves. It was too loud and crunchy to be a mouse and too small and crackly to be a human. Every muscle in Sadie went tense.
“Relax, little witchling; it’s just your guides,” the Green Woman whispered through her leafy lips.
Sadie wondered.
Guides to where? And what kind of creature could or would guide me?
The rustling grew a bit louder and amidst the crunch of the leaves, chatter could be heard. At first it seemed to be light conversation between two…what-or-whomevers…that were coming her way, but as they got closer, Sadie could make out an argument.
“…and I’ll smack you on the head with ten Troll Boulders!” (A loud whistling was heard at the end of this sentence.)
“If you think you can, you morally corrupt little lump. Troll poop is much too big for you to pick up. And why would you want to touch it in the first place, you sick, dirty little gnome. You’re a disgrace to gnome-kind. Why don’t you just go over to the dark side? You seem to have such an affinity for violence and nasty things.”
“Only towards you, you…you…” (yet another whistle).
Sadie recognized that high pitched whistle of a voice. “Elgarbam, Whistle!” she shouted as she poked her head out of the hut.
Sure enough, right before her and eye to eye with her, as she was on hands and knees, were the pair of gnomes.
“Hello, Sadie, you look tired and out of sorts,” said Elgarbam. “You looked prettier at your birthday party.”
“Hello, Sadie, what a mess your hair is—too many knots and sticks in it for a human or, uh, er, a witchling,” said Whistle.
Sadie, remembering that these two gnomes weren’t exactly the most congenial, smiled as she felt her hair and began to pull sticks and leaves from its rumpled state.
“Well, what do you expect? I’ve been running through the woods all night,” Sadie remarked, defending her apparently offensive appearance.
Elgarbam whacked Whistle on his little head, knocking off his cap, and exposing his bald scalp. With a flustered rush of stumpy little fingers, Whistle picked the cap up and replaced it almost immediately. Sadie smirked as the pair continued to do battle with each other. She looked at her pile of magikal objects on the moss-covered floor and
“Okay, looks like you’ve got your standard sleeping potion in that bottle, a handful of frog pebbles, three battering bats, a freeze wand, two Giganticus Snailicus pills, some Forget Me Dust, ohhh…wait…there’s Remember Me Dust, too. How unusual! And you’ve got some Forgur Cookies, Green Vomiting Swamp Eel Snot, and some….”
“Wait, slow down, you have to tell me what all these things do,” Sadie said somewhat desperately. “I’ll never know what to do with them or how to use them if you don’t tell me.”
With her leaves rustling, the Green Woman smiled at Sadie. It was a warm, almost motherly smile, and it made Sadie relax a bit. She regained her train of thought and slowed down her urgency. It may have been the Green Woman’s intense gaze or maybe it was the warm sunlight beginning to stream through the branches and wood of the lean-to.
“What are frog pebbles? Are they dehydrated frogs?” Sadie asked, wondering what the importance of dried frogs could be.
The Green Woman seemed to laugh a moment and then spoke. “Frog Pebbles will turn anyone into a frog so long as you place a pebble on their person. They can only be turned back into what they were or are by placing a Reverse Frog Pebble on their frog person. That can be dangerous though as Reverse Frog Pebbles are three times the size of regular Frog Pebbles, and frogs can be quite small. I personally see no problems with being a frog, seems a simple enough life to me.”
“Do I have any reverse Frog Pebbles? I might need them.”
“I don’t think they thought them necessary, as I don’t see any. If they had, I’m sure they would have included them when they packed your bag.”
A rustling was heard outside in the leaves. It was too loud and crunchy to be a mouse and too small and crackly to be a human. Every muscle in Sadie went tense.
“Relax, little witchling; it’s just your guides,” the Green Woman whispered through her leafy lips.
Sadie wondered.
Guides to where? And what kind of creature could or would guide me?
The rustling grew a bit louder and amidst the crunch of the leaves, chatter could be heard. At first it seemed to be light conversation between two…what-or-whomevers…that were coming her way, but as they got closer, Sadie could make out an argument.
“…and I’ll smack you on the head with ten Troll Boulders!” (A loud whistling was heard at the end of this sentence.)
“If you think you can, you morally corrupt little lump. Troll poop is much too big for you to pick up. And why would you want to touch it in the first place, you sick, dirty little gnome. You’re a disgrace to gnome-kind. Why don’t you just go over to the dark side? You seem to have such an affinity for violence and nasty things.”
“Only towards you, you…you…” (yet another whistle).
Sadie recognized that high pitched whistle of a voice. “Elgarbam, Whistle!” she shouted as she poked her head out of the hut.
Sure enough, right before her and eye to eye with her, as she was on hands and knees, were the pair of gnomes.
“Hello, Sadie, you look tired and out of sorts,” said Elgarbam. “You looked prettier at your birthday party.”
“Hello, Sadie, what a mess your hair is—too many knots and sticks in it for a human or, uh, er, a witchling,” said Whistle.
Sadie, remembering that these two gnomes weren’t exactly the most congenial, smiled as she felt her hair and began to pull sticks and leaves from its rumpled state.
“Well, what do you expect? I’ve been running through the woods all night,” Sadie remarked, defending her apparently offensive appearance.
Elgarbam whacked Whistle on his little head, knocking off his cap, and exposing his bald scalp. With a flustered rush of stumpy little fingers, Whistle picked the cap up and replaced it almost immediately. Sadie smirked as the pair continued to do battle with each other. She looked at her pile of magikal objects on the moss-covered floor and
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