[00:00:42] Speaker A: Blix should have known that something was wrong when it was Matilda who licked her nose in morning greeting rather than Knife sword. When the goblin finally did open her eyes, she noted how her familiar looked almost concerned, skittish her beady eyes boring into her own. Oh, I'm sure he's just fine, Matilda. He must have gone to fetch that moldy cheese he loves so much for breakfast, is all. She rose carefully, eliciting a surprise squeak from her hairy armadillo, who scrambled onto Knifesword's pillow instead. As the witch had no customers to grift I mean, aid with her grief in speaking to their loved ones from beyond today. She stretched her olive toned limbs skyward and studied her curvaceous frame in the cracked mirror leaning by the corner of their bedroom. Blix was tall for a goblin, likely having some hob somewhere in her lineage. Knifesword was perhaps a toad's length shorter than she was, but she didn't mind where. Her lover's eyes were brilliant yellow, hers had a more ominous amber, even bleeding into reds, which suited her profession just fine. The witch hummed in her practice medso, clearing the morning rasp as she gathered flowers, herbs, and tinctures into her basket before strolling along to the privacy under the weeping willow and the small outdoor bath area she had constructed here by the river of their sleepy little swamp. Her lover always hesitated, enjoying her favorite ritual, which afforded her the long, luxurious locks that sprouted from her head and was in no way simply dyed branchlets from her favorite tree, woven with wispy meager strands that may or may not actually have grown out of her scalp. No matter. She enjoyed this solitude, the ability to connect with nature by dunking herself in a mud pool first, then properly lathering and washing herself after a relaxing morning bath, she swept and cooked and practiced her magic and communed with Matilda. And by dark, as she peered out of her hut's front window and saw not but dancing fireflies, she did finally begin to worry.
[00:02:52] Speaker B: Where did that goblin of hers get to?
[00:02:55] Speaker A: Wasn't that the question?
That very question had caused her to pull her harrow deck out and even use that fiddly scrying nonsense she had learned recently? The answers she received were difficult to interpret and led her on perhaps the wildest of adventures, from the radiant festival in Absalon to some rather suspicious looking pits in the Moangi expanse. She dined with a certain lady who had a school for girls in Ravenel and relieved some rather delectable components from the Corvosan Academy.
A storm had followed her up the hill to the citadel, and as she threw the front doors dramatically open, the sky punctuated her arrival with a thunderous clap. The bramble, Brashers as she came to know them later, had been seated around various tables, rang party hats, an enormous lopsided cake with the words Happy Birthday, warble adorning the top with were those earthworms truthfully. Both parties looked surprised to see one another. Mildly perturbed, perhaps, would have been a better description. Knifesword.
[00:04:02] Speaker B: Dark hole, seagull teeth. Where is he?
[00:04:05] Speaker A: Blix demanded imperiously, her dark hair swaying in the storm behind. Um, he's out, said a rather smartly dressed goblin, standing just on the other.
[00:04:17] Speaker C: Side of the cake.
[00:04:18] Speaker A: On tiptoe, no doubt.
[00:04:20] Speaker D: He went adventuring with the tall ones. What business do you have with him?
[00:04:24] Speaker A: The witch eyed the birthday girl suspiciously. Was there a touch of protectiveness to her voice?
Perhaps? Whatever he had run afoul of in the jungle was no more. Perhaps he was rescued, but his brain.
[00:04:37] Speaker C: Was addled so he knew not to.
[00:04:39] Speaker A: Return home to her.
I'm his betrothed, she sniffed Riley, and absolutely did notice the tension in the latter's shoulders now.
[00:04:49] Speaker D: Oh, well, you're welcome to stay and wait until he returns. I'm sure he has much explaining to.
[00:04:56] Speaker A: Do on that they could agree. Thank you, Blix said, closing the doors behind her with a sheepish wave of her hand.
[00:05:04] Speaker B: Oh, and happy birthday.
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