Aralt had already set the bottle down before the upset Siate' and had stepped back to watch the Wysps squirm. "Let them bare the brunt of her frustration for once," he thought as he watched the Wysps pushing and shoving each other in the cramped space of the bottle. It did not take long before Siate' lost all composure! "I told you to find someone that could tell us where the young Dragon is hiding and you bring me these!" she growled at Aralt. "I hate Wysps... they are annoying and don't taste good at all," she told the Herald. Realizing that he was going to need to explain quickly before her temper flared even more, Aralt quickly told her about how he could not find anyone else and "these Wysps were the ones that helped me find the caves below the Baron's Mansion and helped me find the portal to you". Siate' stared at the Herald for a minute before turning her gaze to the bottle with the trapped Wysps.
The three Wysps instantly started talking... about anything and everything they had ever done, seen, or could accuse others of doing. It didn't take long for the Dragon to lose her temper again and she growled for them to 'SHUT UP'. Instantly the Wysps were silent as they kept elbowing each other and trying to push one another to the front of the bottle where the Dragon's head was again only inches away. "I will be more specific for your little minds to understand," she growled. "I want to know where the young Dragon Drai’ochtluan, but you probably would know him as Dree, lives." Instantly the three Wysps starting talking... all at once. "You," growled Siate' pointing at one of the three Wysps, "tell me where he lives." The other two Wysps instantly stopped talking and shoved the one the Dragon was pointing at to the front. Gulping very loudly, the Wysp told her about the caves under the Baron's Mansion. "The best way is to go to the cave entrances by the big water as we have seen him come and go several times from there." Glancing over at Aralt was all she needed for him to understand that he was to go there and search for the young Dragon. "And take these things with you," she told him as he started to leave the cave as she turned and started down another tunnel muttering, "now I remember why I hate Wysps..." 
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It was that beautiful calm morning as the wash was going and Rose was thinking that she needed to get started on the making of the Rainbow Drops Jam when she made that fateful mistake. Had she realized that a Wish Dragon was close by, she would have been on guard. But she had been distracted with all the things she needed and wanted to do before the cold weather that her joints were telling her was coming in soon. "Wouldn't it be nice to have some helping hands to help me get through my chores," whispered Rose to herself. That is all she had to do before POOF! She was caught up in a whirl of glittery fog and landed in the middle of this white world. But what really threw Rose off her game, was that she was looking at two other versions of herself looking back at her. "Who are you?" the stunned Rose asked of the two other ladies. The one to her right quickly responded saying "I am Roslie" while the other one in front of Rose replied "I am Rosie". Then they both together in unison replied, "We are your helping hands".
Naples helps today to shine the light on Pompeii's history. It is at Pompeii that we can see the amazing art, walk the roads, and just get a glimpse into an age that no longer exists. How we have changed and are continuing to change, but also how we have remained the same too. I was reminded of some of the "sameness" as I walked along an ancient Roman roadway in Naples called Christmas Alley. It was there that I discovered the way I structure my porcelain dolls is the same way many of the specialty figures are still made today in Naples. What are these figures used for? They are used in the building of presepe or in English - Nativity creche. Besides seeing all the amazing animated figures and figurines plus the lighting for these creche, I made a discovery. In one of the shops, they were selling a similar head like one that I had been inspired to sculpt just before leaving for Italy.
So as long as dolls can express my passion, my insights, and keep on talking to me, I know there will always be a need for Dollmakers and the creations we create. They take me on spiritual journeys as well as physical ones. They enlighten me and help me to find my balance and the world would be a sad boring place without them in it.
After a brief chat, the Baron thanked his BAT man for the wonderful job he had done and told him to rest up as they would be needing him for more errands when the group decided to take action. It wasn't rest that Fiddlefaddle wanted, it was just to put his sore feet up. That was exactly what he was going to do. Upon arriving to his room, he found a basin of hot water sitting at the foot of his favorite chair steaming and calling for him to put his feet into. "Brothers can be annoying at times, but sometimes..." he thought as he realized that Sneefle must have known he was back and would want to soak his feet.
As he was thinking about getting up and unpacking his satchel where the prize was stored, his sore feet took over... "It can wait" they told the rest of his body. Smiling to himself, Fiddlefaddle nodded his head in agreement and decided. "What is another hour glass turn. It can wait... ," he thought as he wiggled his toes in the still hot water "before I give it to her. Aaaahhhhh!"
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