A Little Green...

The three blue Wysps were not happy being trapped inside of a bottle.  Not happy at all.  Especially since all three were feeling a little ill.  As a matter of fact, instead of glowing blue, they were starting to glow a sick looking greenish color.  "I think I am going to be sick," one muttered as the other two tried to move away from him in the cramped space.

It all had started because Aralt was getting frustrated.  He had walked all over and just could not find anyone who was by themself.  Someone that he could take back to Siate' for questioning.  "Doesn't any just go for a walk alone anymore?" he had grumbled.  Then he passed the cave were he had seen Nutmegg and Allspice. "Is that laughter inside? Maybe I can nab someone here," he decided as he quietly snuck into the entrance of the cave.  What he saw was something he had not expected!

"This stuff is good," slurred the first Wysp to the others.  "We should take this back to share with the others," he continued.  The other two Wysps just looked at him until one of them finally asked, "To share?  You must be drunk."  They all were quiet for a second before the three burst out laughing again.  "You're right.  What was I thinking?  Let's have some more of this green stuff."

The Wysps had found the Ambrosia that Nutmegg had left out when they departed to the meeting with the Baron and Dowager.  Leave it to a Wysp to get into something they shouldn't.  It did not take much for Aralt to capture all three Wysps and put them into an empty bottle that he found in Allspice's kitchen.  "This should keep Siate' busy for a while talking to them if not make her crazier," he snickered as he left the cave with the three little troublemakers trapped in the bottle.

It wasn't very long before the intoxicated blue Wysps started to get bored. Bored Wysps do what they like to do most - irritate anyone they find.  With Aralt telling them to be quiet all of the time as he headed to the cave that Siate' was in, they decided to start singing.  Actually, instead of calling it singing, it sounded more like cat-or-wailing (something that house cats do very well).  Every time they would start, Aralt would violently shake the bottle to try and get them to stop.

This was now causing the Wysps to turn green as the Ambrosia and the shaking motion was not settling well together.  One of the sick Wysps slowly sank to the bottom of the bottle and started gasping for air.  "We need air... I think I am going to pass out," he groaned.  All Aralt did was mutter something about maybe that will make the little nuisance quiet causing the Wysps to wonder who he was talking about since they hadn't seen any 'new-ances' anywhere.

There are a lot of cures out there for sobering up quickly but one the Wysps had never before experienced was being set before a large irritated and upset Wish Dragon...