“Brain forge ain’ firing today,” the mountain dwarf grumbled into his beard as he poured two mugs of tea. “Do you want to talk about it?” the gnome asked softly, tilting his head. “Nope.” “Do you want to sit together for awhile?” Frowning in comfort, the dwarf quietly, gently, “Yep.”
“So your sword is a holy artifact?” “Yes.” “It burns eternally with the light of righteousness?” “Yes. Please stop asking —” “So it is a literal flaming sword?” “Yes. Stop asking questions. Please return to your cell—” “Can we make s’mores on it?”
“I am fine.” Red shouted to a startled Strawberry, mermaid, her wife, her intensely magical wife, who had come to investigate the noise. Strawberry recoiled and said nothing. She turned around in the bubble of water holding her fish tail up and began to roll out of the room. “…Berry…” Red called out softly, her voice awash with deep regret.
May loved the quiet solitude that came with a heist. Waiting for the wind to align clouds and moonlight, counting the steps of approaching and departing guards to assess their patterns. The challenge of finding then disarming traps, the thrill of successfully picking locks. And, of course, the material rewards.
“Pumpkin Jaq,” Penny P. Post, vampire, said with a weighty finality. “And Anna Logarithm.” The crowd gasped in surprise as Penny announced the two semi-finalists of this month’s Simmering Slime Competition. Halloween magic versus Automation magic — and equally as dramatic — legendary rivals facing off at long last.