"Ha! I can't wait for the Appleshot competition at the next Guild meeting. I wonder how many of the others can shoot an apple inside of another apple," grinned Nemmer. As he started to notch another arrow, he heard someone coming up from behind him. Turning he was a little startled to see Cornelia. She normally did not come down to the archery range. "Something must be up," he thought.
"There you are. I have been looking all over for you," said Cornelia. "Do you see this?" holding out the Petal Post and waving it in front her.
"You know I can't read those Petal Posts without sneezing my head off," Nemmer growled. "Plus you know The Sleeping Ladies would get me banned from the Golden Guild if they thought a male knew how to read those flowery posts."
“Oh that... well, it doesn’t matter. What matters is this. We need you to go hunting," she told him.
"Yes Ma'am. I am your best choice! What do you want me to bring home for dinner?" Nemmer replied. Cornelia was shaking her head NO as she stomped her foot. "You aren't listening to me." By now Efem finally caught up with her as Cornelia said, "I don't want you to kill something but to find..."
Efem, figuring Cornelia has already told Nemmer about the Petal Post, jumped into the conversation "We need you to hunt a Dragon". The look on their faces and the serious way Efem had said it, Nemmer decided they weren't kidding.
"You want me to kill a Dragon! Are you both NUTS?" he yelled. "I may be a great hunter, but A DRAGON? And now that I think about it, what I am to do? Send you a Petal Post to let you know that I have been eaten?"
After he had finished, Efem smiled and continued as if he had just agreed to go. "I understand he is a very friendly Dragon. The Shadows' King sent him to a teacher here in the forest, but you need to find him first and you must be very careful. He is a young Wish Dragon and you know the trouble they can cause if not properly trained."
"And what about The CAT?" Nemmer asked. "Can I use him for bait?" The "glare" he got from his wife and her sister was definitely a loud and resounding "NO". They did not even have to say it and he got the picture.
"You may need The CAT though to talk to the Dragon," Efem replied.
Now Cornelia was surprised and turned to look at Efem as did Nemmer. "You mean The CAT can talk? Oh, he and I are going to have a conversation when this Dragon business is all over," she growled.
When Efem saw her sister entering the grove, she called to her. “Corny, I still think we need to talk to those gnomes about their conduct at the last DRAYD meeting. They really have to get over the bird bath issue and wanting to put shower curtains on all of them. The birds have been twittering in the trees in my grove complaining ever since.”
“I have a plan, but you won’t like it. We are going to need Parsley to help us,” said Cornelia stepping back and wincing as she saw the look that came across Efem’s face. Efem looked at Cornelia as if to say ‘No... not her’ then sighed as she realized that Cornelia could be right. Cornelia continued, “We will also need Nemmer’s help. Here is what I have in mind...”
"That was not there a minute ago," he thought. Flying over to check it out, B-Glad notice that it appeared to be a large flower with a glittery ribbon wrapped around it. "I should tell Cornelia. It is another one of those Petal Posts that she sometimes gets," the B-G decided. So off he went.
“What’s that B-Glad? A message for me?” asked Cornelia. “I did not see the Snail Mail come by delivering. Are you sure?” After much buzzing and circling, Cornelia finally realized that B-Glad must had found a Petal Post meant for her. “I better go see what the fuss is about,” she muttered turning towards the house.
"It is only a bunch of flower pictures," B-Glad buzzed. "Maybe I need to read it upside down". The little B-G flew around the message in every direction, but no matter which way it looked, it still seemed to be only a confusion of random flower pictures.
Meanwhile, as Cornelia was dashing off a note for Nemmer to tell him that she was going to Efem's and would be back later she realized, "Oh no! I left the message out." Hurriedly she finished the note, closed the cottage door, and went straight to the planting table. Quickly she picked it up and and was about to start pulling the petals apart, making sure that no one else saw her message when she realized that she would need to show it to Efem. "Even if someone did, unless they knew the the Sleeping Sisters' Language of the Flowers code, it could not be deciphered," she decided.
"If the Sisters are right, we must act quickly," Cornelia muttered as she started down the trail to Efem's. "Now all I have to do is convince Efem."
"No. I am improving his creativity," Cornelia giggled. She continued, "By leaving a note telling Nemmer NOT to eat them, hopefully some of the sweets will still be there after our meeting. He will create some wild story about how The CAT must have gotten into them and how he had saved what he could (leaving just the bare minimum amount of course). Oh, how heroic my hubby (or is that creative) will be, but either way (keeping her fingers crossed), hopefully he won't eat all of the sweets," Cornelia winked at Efem.
"I thought it was a good meeting tonight," continued Efem. "I am glad that the pink flamingos flew in for it. I find it funny this popularity the humans have for wanting to stick plastic versions of them out in every yard, even if the flamingos don't see the humor."
"And then of course the Gnomes had to give their opinions on how they are still popular with the humans too," piped in Cornelia. "Though they did seem rather disgusted when it came to talking about the bird baths. Did you hear the shortest gnome, Wremin I think was his name, give his opinion about bird baths by saying "Ugh! How unsanitary and who would want everyone to watch you when taking a bath?" Cornelia snicker. "But I will admit, these meetings do offer some lively debates."
"I guess so Efem," replied Cornelia. "I don't really think about it. After all, you can talk to the animals better than I can. I mean just look at the way my CAT drools over you," she smiled. "I do know that we come from sturdy stock with having an Oak as a grandmother Tree."
Efem pondered their similarities but also thought about how they were different.
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