JRFLynn
Mystagogue
JEISERA
I stare back cockeyed, “Eh? What’s a Breel?” Is it edible?
Wew, false alarm. Pink’s buffadillo is the stuff of legend...my stomach churns, not of indigestion, but a bad gut-hunch that jumps at me like a ravenous raging glurgly-bird.
RIFF
Grinning guiltily, I feel a sudden pang of wind. “BUUUURRP!”
Nearly blows a poor carpenter off his ladder. Well, the hammer flies out of my hands as I try to muffle the gale with a weighty hand. My eyes follows the sailing tool, a bit sheepish, fearing it might clobber someone by accident…Huh? What’s that?
I perk, not quite sure…my intuition grimly rattles. Hard to see from here, so I stand up to get a better look.
I stare back cockeyed, “Eh? What’s a Breel?” Is it edible?
Wew, false alarm. Pink’s buffadillo is the stuff of legend...my stomach churns, not of indigestion, but a bad gut-hunch that jumps at me like a ravenous raging glurgly-bird.
RIFF
Grinning guiltily, I feel a sudden pang of wind. “BUUUURRP!”
Nearly blows a poor carpenter off his ladder. Well, the hammer flies out of my hands as I try to muffle the gale with a weighty hand. My eyes follows the sailing tool, a bit sheepish, fearing it might clobber someone by accident…Huh? What’s that?
I perk, not quite sure…my intuition grimly rattles. Hard to see from here, so I stand up to get a better look.
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Valar Lord
Mythic Scribe