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As I chased butterflies around
🕑 Added 2022-11-24 03:08:52 +0000 UTCinside the stone circle (they flitted through here more often than you might think), I remembered that Rebecca had said that when they flapped their wings they caused storms and hurricanes on the other side of the world. If I gathered too many of them together in one place, the storm they generated could be powerful enough to lay waste to the entire planet! But wait... that couldn't be right. I had frequently seen large swarms of butterflies. If the beating of their wings unleashed such destruction, then wouldn't the world already be annihilated? This implied that the cataclysmic weather effect must be a product of intention. The butterflies had to consciously will it to happen. Yes, that made sense. Going forward from that conclusion, it was clear that incorporating butterflies into my entrance would make me look even more powerful and awesome! How incredible, not only to tame the Raccoon Monster, but also to have an entire kaleidoscope of butterflies at my command! However, before I used these butterflies, I had to be sure.
"Listen up, butterfly," I said sternly in my most no-nonsense voice as one of them perched on my finger. "Let me make this perfectly clear: You don't cause any trouble and I won't cause any trouble for you. Cooperate, and I can make it worth your while. You understand?"
The butterfly flexed its wings slowly as it considered my proposal, no doubt triggering monsoons somewhere far away.
"My assassin cloak got turned into this witch outfit," Burnside exclaimed as she dashed up to me, brandishing a machete. "It's a little raggedy. Reckon it's scary enough? I still think there oughta be some blood an' matted hair on this blade. If I'da known we was doin' this, I wouldn've cleaned it."
"Sire, the coven approacheth," an Ixie alerted me. "Time to take thy place and ... what art thou doing?"
"I'm just making sure we understand each other," I informed her. Turning back to the butterfly, I muttered, "I take your silence for a sign of assent. Let's do this."
I would have liked to gather more butterflies, but I was out of time. Five was still pretty impressive, especially considering how powerful they were. I pooked us all to the top of the dolmen and lay down in the grass up there.
"Busy busy busy," an Ixie declared as she flew past.
"We have much to do for our master," another Ixie proclaimed theatrically.
"Don't oversell it," I thought, then hunkered down out of sight in the concealing grass as I saw Burnside turn towards a rustling disturbance in the undergrowth.
"Enter these here sacred precincts," she intoned solemnly, "only if y'all are worthy an' brave enough."
Burnside was doing great! I could barely suppress a grin as I heard the witches gasp and then shuffle forward in awe.
"Intruders!" an Ixie shouted. "Interlopers! Begone! We've no time to deal with thee!"
"We are ever at work, doing the bidding of our mighty sire," another one shouted.
"Mayhap these be the guests we were told to expect," another Ixie theorized.
"These? Fie! Look they worthy, thinkest thou?"
Oh yes, this was going even better than I had dared to hope. I'd give them a few more seconds to take it all in, and then make my big appearance.
And with that, it is time for me to disappear.
You see what day it is. Your stupid lowfolk holiday season starts tomorrow. You know who goes on the prowl looking for elves this time of year.
No way is mama Mavis' bright-eyed boy getting stuck making toys, no siree! So I'm going to shuffle off to an undisclosed location.
Someone will be here next week to continue the story while I'm away.
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Comments
Walter Reimer
I shall defend the Nog of Egg! Now, where did I put the dark rum . . . ?
If you're willing to risk The Kringle, you're welcome to them. Especially the egg nog.
Eric Costello
Sure an’ that’s afther leavin’ a lot o’ egg nog an’ turkey legs undefended!
