All-in-all and considering Peggy Powler's solitary overnight stay and eventual clandestine incursion onto Ma Vittie's
house, the sight of a huge beast bearing two long teeth sticking out of each side of its mouth and wallowing on the
beach only ten Fae steps away from where the Witch stood, wasn't such a wonderment as some might think.
The Pyxis was safely in her satchel and Finley Bucca's pepper box was now sitting in the dusty footprint where the
sacred box had been neglected since it washed ashore. Now a flabby giant of the depths had decided to subvert a
perfectly-designed plan of allowing Peggy to get back to the mainland and considering she hadn't eaten for a whole
day, this seemed a perfect time to release a spell of majick or two.
"Get yersel' back in the watter, yer' big daft bugger'..." the focus of the walrus' interest sharply advised as she pulled
her big hat lower to avoid the sun's glare from the Great Sea. Peggy had become accustomed to the dark umbra in
Ma Vittie's ramshackle abode and now the world seem all-too bright. "...Me-time is limited and Ah'm in nay mood
te' caper wiv' a whiskered monster" she growled and slowly lifted her finger to prepare the charm.
But as the leather-skinned monstrosity offered a strangely articulated bark, Peggy stayed her motion and suddenly
had an idea. Glancing down at her lengthening shadow, the Last Witch of Underhill approximated that the big man
would be returning from his ritual of water-gathering and it wouldn't be long before he appeared at Ma Vittie's home
to fill her barrel. Licking her lips with qualms of her idea, Peggy closed her eyes and slowly reached into her bag.
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Slipping off her poncho and stuffing it into the donated waterproof bag, the stripped sorceress glanced over into
the shadowy Mangle trees and hoped the owner of the sack hadn't arrived early. Being without clothes in bed was
one thing, standing in the daylight without a stitch was another. Peering back from where she'd ran, Peggy chided
herself for not saving the last of the pepper.
The leather-skinned tusked brute was still slumped where he'd been when she first saw it, but would the friendly
galoot delay the sentry? Granted, Finley's reconnaissance had persuaded them both that the big man from the
causeway never wandered on this side of the island, but what about the Wolf-Dog? What if it picked up her spoor
and Ma Vittie came to investigate what all the brouhaha was about? With the tepid waters of Alkali Bight waiting
for her entry, all Peggy could do was offer a prayer to Herne that they would never find the peaceful home of the
amiable Elf.
The plan had been to reverse last night's actions and whilst the tide was low -a situation that Peggy could see was
becoming rapidly unstable, she'd swim back across and then tow her belongings over when she reached the safety
of the tree-shrouded shore. But with every moment passing, this scheme -along with the appearance of the tusked
creature outside the house, was also quickly unravelling. With a hiss of her favourite word, the nude warlock placed
a foot into the out-flowing waters and began to paddle.
..................................................
Martha Vittie knew this part of her journey to and from the frollis-pinching grocer was the most difficult. It seemed
that one of the parents of Grissom's dog -probably the male, was part-fish due to the stupid mutt's predilection to
pull her and her cart into the water of either side of the causeway. Seeing its tongue-lolling head twist right in the
frayed bridle, the rotund woman yanked hard on the reins and cussed a volley of insults to remind the cur who was
in charge. What possible interest the shaggy mongrel could have with contents of the quickly-filling bay, she just
couldn't fathom. A far as she knew, Grissom didn't even feed it fish.
As the wet stones of the causeway yielded once more to the eternal tide, Grissom's mundane task of Aquarius had
taken an unusual turn. In order to furnish the bombastic woman -who fed him he had to remind himself, with fresh
water, the reserved man who's solitary life had always been more than just simple, had now rediscovered external
factors can -and will, disrupt such a unruffled continuance. The particular element of Grissom's faltering to execute
his chore had long teeth on either side of its mouth and barked.
"Can't you do one thing I tell you to do?" Martha Vittie shouted as she drew her carriage to a halt and lumbered
from her creaking perch to enlighten the dullard standing in her way on the turn of the shingled track. However,
just as she reached the larger man holding two buckets in order to ingeminate her beliefs regarding the males
of her species, Ma Vittie caught sight of the possible reason Grissom had failed to undertake his duty.
..................................................
The taste of salt was beginning to get to her and the tiring Witch could see that for every stroke she took towards
the mainland, the cursed tide was quietly moving her out into the Great Sea. Peggy felt the cord bound to her ankle
pull and she knew she had to make a decision on whether to release the string and possibly recover the bag on the
other end at another time or pull it in and hope it remains buoyant. The former would mean she would be without
her clothes, satchel and the item she'd first came to the west coast for, the latter could mean a lethal anchor that
would drag her down into the dark-green water she was now floating in.
Spluttering against the waves, the little bobbing necromancer spotted Finley's impermeable pouch slowly lean over
and drop into the rapidly-filling bay. Flicking her wet hair away from her face, Peggy chanced a smile for the Fates
who solved her selection. "Ah'... Ah thank thee" she whispered with briny lips and wondered if the same gamblers
of circumstance would provide her with a friendly fish to carry her to safety, not a dead one like she'd earlier lobbed
towards the chunky critter with the big tusks.
With her aching arms beginning to flail instead of dragging water behind her, Peggy's mirth was becoming diluted
and feeling the immense power of being in the Great Sea, she wondered when panic would come seeping into her
mind. This didn't look good.
house, the sight of a huge beast bearing two long teeth sticking out of each side of its mouth and wallowing on the
beach only ten Fae steps away from where the Witch stood, wasn't such a wonderment as some might think.
The Pyxis was safely in her satchel and Finley Bucca's pepper box was now sitting in the dusty footprint where the
sacred box had been neglected since it washed ashore. Now a flabby giant of the depths had decided to subvert a
perfectly-designed plan of allowing Peggy to get back to the mainland and considering she hadn't eaten for a whole
day, this seemed a perfect time to release a spell of majick or two.
"Get yersel' back in the watter, yer' big daft bugger'..." the focus of the walrus' interest sharply advised as she pulled
her big hat lower to avoid the sun's glare from the Great Sea. Peggy had become accustomed to the dark umbra in
Ma Vittie's ramshackle abode and now the world seem all-too bright. "...Me-time is limited and Ah'm in nay mood
te' caper wiv' a whiskered monster" she growled and slowly lifted her finger to prepare the charm.
But as the leather-skinned monstrosity offered a strangely articulated bark, Peggy stayed her motion and suddenly
had an idea. Glancing down at her lengthening shadow, the Last Witch of Underhill approximated that the big man
would be returning from his ritual of water-gathering and it wouldn't be long before he appeared at Ma Vittie's home
to fill her barrel. Licking her lips with qualms of her idea, Peggy closed her eyes and slowly reached into her bag.
..................................................
Slipping off her poncho and stuffing it into the donated waterproof bag, the stripped sorceress glanced over into
the shadowy Mangle trees and hoped the owner of the sack hadn't arrived early. Being without clothes in bed was
one thing, standing in the daylight without a stitch was another. Peering back from where she'd ran, Peggy chided
herself for not saving the last of the pepper.
The leather-skinned tusked brute was still slumped where he'd been when she first saw it, but would the friendly
galoot delay the sentry? Granted, Finley's reconnaissance had persuaded them both that the big man from the
causeway never wandered on this side of the island, but what about the Wolf-Dog? What if it picked up her spoor
and Ma Vittie came to investigate what all the brouhaha was about? With the tepid waters of Alkali Bight waiting
for her entry, all Peggy could do was offer a prayer to Herne that they would never find the peaceful home of the
amiable Elf.
The plan had been to reverse last night's actions and whilst the tide was low -a situation that Peggy could see was
becoming rapidly unstable, she'd swim back across and then tow her belongings over when she reached the safety
of the tree-shrouded shore. But with every moment passing, this scheme -along with the appearance of the tusked
creature outside the house, was also quickly unravelling. With a hiss of her favourite word, the nude warlock placed
a foot into the out-flowing waters and began to paddle.
..................................................
Martha Vittie knew this part of her journey to and from the frollis-pinching grocer was the most difficult. It seemed
that one of the parents of Grissom's dog -probably the male, was part-fish due to the stupid mutt's predilection to
pull her and her cart into the water of either side of the causeway. Seeing its tongue-lolling head twist right in the
frayed bridle, the rotund woman yanked hard on the reins and cussed a volley of insults to remind the cur who was
in charge. What possible interest the shaggy mongrel could have with contents of the quickly-filling bay, she just
couldn't fathom. A far as she knew, Grissom didn't even feed it fish.
As the wet stones of the causeway yielded once more to the eternal tide, Grissom's mundane task of Aquarius had
taken an unusual turn. In order to furnish the bombastic woman -who fed him he had to remind himself, with fresh
water, the reserved man who's solitary life had always been more than just simple, had now rediscovered external
factors can -and will, disrupt such a unruffled continuance. The particular element of Grissom's faltering to execute
his chore had long teeth on either side of its mouth and barked.
"Can't you do one thing I tell you to do?" Martha Vittie shouted as she drew her carriage to a halt and lumbered
from her creaking perch to enlighten the dullard standing in her way on the turn of the shingled track. However,
just as she reached the larger man holding two buckets in order to ingeminate her beliefs regarding the males
of her species, Ma Vittie caught sight of the possible reason Grissom had failed to undertake his duty.
..................................................
The taste of salt was beginning to get to her and the tiring Witch could see that for every stroke she took towards
the mainland, the cursed tide was quietly moving her out into the Great Sea. Peggy felt the cord bound to her ankle
pull and she knew she had to make a decision on whether to release the string and possibly recover the bag on the
other end at another time or pull it in and hope it remains buoyant. The former would mean she would be without
her clothes, satchel and the item she'd first came to the west coast for, the latter could mean a lethal anchor that
would drag her down into the dark-green water she was now floating in.
Spluttering against the waves, the little bobbing necromancer spotted Finley's impermeable pouch slowly lean over
and drop into the rapidly-filling bay. Flicking her wet hair away from her face, Peggy chanced a smile for the Fates
who solved her selection. "Ah'... Ah thank thee" she whispered with briny lips and wondered if the same gamblers
of circumstance would provide her with a friendly fish to carry her to safety, not a dead one like she'd earlier lobbed
towards the chunky critter with the big tusks.
With her aching arms beginning to flail instead of dragging water behind her, Peggy's mirth was becoming diluted
and feeling the immense power of being in the Great Sea, she wondered when panic would come seeping into her
mind. This didn't look good.
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