Finally, as his feet were sore from all of the walking (which he was still not used to doing as he was used to being carted around in a carriage and treated with honor... What Had This World Come To!!), the Herald decided to take a seat on a large, flat rock in front of a cave. As he massaged his tired feet, he thought he heard some distant music. "I wonder what the occasion is," he pondered as he turned his head in different directions to see if he could figure out where the music was coming from. It didn't take long before he realized that the music was coming from the cave and it sounded like there might be more than one player. "If it isn't the young Dragon, then maybe they will know where to find him," Aralt decided as he entered the cave. Upon entering the dark entrance, the Herald waved his hand and a magical glowing light appeared. "This should work," Aralt murmured as he followed the sound to the source of the music using the light to show his way. As he approached and the music became louder he thought that he could see the path without stumbling. Not wanting the players to see him he banished the light and slowly proceeded down the cave. Hoping for answers and not wanting to scare away the musicians, Aralt slowly peered around a large rock to see who was there.
"This is just getting stranger and stranger," muttered Aralt quietly so the others would not hear him. As the Herald hid behind the rock and watched them, soon the music stopped playing and the one cooking clapped his hands and shouted "Ambrosia!" Startled, Aralt jumped back from the rock, but luckily the others did not see him as their attention was on the green glowing liquid.
"I have been thinking about what you told me, Allspice, and though the Ambrosia doesn't stop the Dragon's wishing power, do we really want to take away a Wish Dragon's ability to grant wishes?" asked Nutmegg. Hearing that made Aralt freeze. "What's this?" he thought. He then tried to block out all the other sounds in the cave so he would not miss this revealing conversation. Nutmegg continued. "If their ability to grant wishes was taken away from them, then would we be able to restore those Fae lost due to mis-enchantments? Also, I don't think there is a way to take away their power especially since they are immune to any magical spells and devices that we know of." "That is what I thought at first, but if Siate' is worried about that young Dragon who said he is no longer a Wish Dragon, then there must be something behind it," answered Allspice. "I agree, there is something of a mystery here," replied Nutmegg, "and you know that I love a good mystery who-dun-it."
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"Sometimes feelings conflict with logic," he told himself as he repeated his 'knit one, purl two' mantra to keep his anger in check. By the time that Allspice saw Nutmegg and approached, Nutmegg had his temper in check and realized that he actually was a little glad to see the leader of SPICE. "How was your trip?" Allspice asked as he helped Nutmegg with his baggage. After the usual banter about delays and overcrowding, they both started their walk to the caves where the SPICE kitchens were being set up. "I wanted to meet you when you arrived so I can also bring you up to speed on what is going on in this realm and an update on the Wish Dragon activity," said Allspice.
Allspice laughed and told him, "If I knew the answer to that, we might be going home especially if I thought they were going to stay here and quit causing mischief with those mis-enchantments. As SPIs, that is probably the first thing we need to find out." While Nutmegg was mulling over that answer, Allspice continued. "This land is overall the Realm of Wymsy which also includes the Shadows' Realm and several other outer lands. There is a mix of Fae and the mundanes that the Fae call 'Outies' for the 'Outies' do not possess magic. They, for the most part, live together peacefully and work together. The usual prejudices don't seem to be too prevalent, just the irritation of some of the usual nature of different races. For example, almost everyone gets grouchy over the Pyksee and Wysp antics for practical jokes." This slightly surprised the Hobb-goblyn who was used to others not accepting his race. "May this won't be such a bad assignment after all," Nutmegg thought.
Afterwards I heard Aralt and Siate' discussing one of the remarks made at that meeting with the young Dragon. It had to do with taking away a Wish Dragon's wishing ability." As Nutmegg silently was thinking about what he had heard up to that point, the last line of Allspice's update threw all of those thoughts out of his head! "Take away a Wish Dragon's ability to grant wishes? Can that be done?" Nutmegg asked before he realized that if Allspice knew, they would have already done it to stop the Wish Dragons from casting more mis-enchantments. "That's something we need to think about and figure out how we are going to find out more about this young Dragon. I have found out he goes by the name of 'Dree'," Allspice said as they arrived to the caves where they would finish setting up their kitchen and temporary homes in this Realm of Wymsy.
He had heard through the Mushroom Line about a Dragon in this new realm where he was traveling to that liked to collect jokes. Nutmegg memorized a few so he wouldn't forget them. Like, 'What did the yarn say to the needle? - You got me in stitches!' or one of his favorites, 'What do you call a detective who knits? - Sherlock Woolmes'. For yes, Nutmegg was also a great reader of who-dun-it books by the Outies... well, actually anything he could get his hands on to read but he enjoyed who-dun-its the most. Breath in - slowly breath out - while all the time repeating "Knit one, Purl two" in his head to keep calm since he had missed his last connection. When he finally was calm, Nutmegg walked over to the newly posted schedule hanging on the wall of the subterrain slugway. The next travel slug should be showing up any minute now so he could get on his way to meet up with Allspice. Double checking one more time, "Yep, my hat is on. My handwarmers are doing their job of keeping my knitting fingers nimble and though I am not excited about taking on this new job, it is what I have to do," Nutmegg reminded himself.
For he knew that all Dragons weren't necessarily evil but the Wish Dragons were a huge problem to affected everyone which is why he signed up to be a SPICE (Stewards Preventing Imperfectly Casted Enchantments) agent.
As Arnie and the others followed the Gooblin King to his treasure room, others in the Realms were busy following their own plans…
Meanwhile, The Baron waited for his mother, the Dowager Griselda, to finish listening to the Flutterby’s message from Queen Ffion before asking her if she wanted more tea. Before he could speak, she picked up her empty teacup and told her son as he filled her cup and that she had a message for him.
“That means that not only Siate’ has arrived, but the other Dragons must be hiding somewhere in the realm. Why don’t they show themselves?” This was the same question Griselda was pondering… And deep within the cave, Aralt knew not to say anything when Siate’ was in a snit as she was now.
I had been really well known for my stone soup in my clan which made it easy to apply for to SPICE after learning what they do. Afterall, finding and returning the Fae effected by a 'bad' Wish Dragon wish was a worthy goal for the others but when I first started, I was only wanting to return my own clan.
Watching over the Ambrosia requires a lot of both throughout the process while waiting for it to boil. Otherwise the batch will go bad and it will be ineffective with the Dragons. But I found a way around this Hobb-goblyns' trait of no patience and positive thoughts! It was through my cooking. I realized that when I made the stone soup that I loved to cook. I had the patience and each time I made it, others loved it too. Allspice was who discovered me and knew I was needed for this team. As a baker, he realized that one of the special ingredients to the Ambrosia was me! All I had to do was control my temper. The anger of a Hobb-goblyn is legendary. We hate everyone - even our own clan members. If it wasn't for that bad wish that took away my pet rock, I probably would never have become a SPI.
"Of course they were happy to fill in like that as we are all one big happy family here in the Realm of Wymsy... well most of us are but then that isn't anything unusual in a family as large as ours." "What happens next is a day of sales Lesley says and a tasty luncheon where she will get to meet other doll lovers from across the country. This shows a lot of determination by so many interesting Outies to get here to Missouri as many had to overcome the chaos that happen at what Outies use to fly in called airplanes. How much easier it would have been if they could have befriended a Dragon."
"Maybe if I stand real still and stay quiet I can learn more about what is going on," Allspice decided. "After all, I do like to travel." "Do you have packed the things we need for our trip?" he hears Lesley ask the Hubby. "No. We still need to get Allspice packed," he replied. "You are suppose to bring along the doll you submitted for the juried part of the three part qualification phases you have been going through for membership with ODACA, remember?" "I wonder what ODACA* means," muses Allspice. "Oh yeah. We need to pack him good with bubble wrap as I am out of baby diapers. Those preemie diapers are so great for wrapping around a doll's head," answered Lesley. "This is going to be a long trip heading to Kansas City, Missouri, and another state we get to check off our 'States We Have Visited' list. I think it is going to be pretty warm this time of year, so don't forget to pack also our hand held fans." "Got them and the laptop so we can keep up with your posting. Wouldn't want you to miss out on your Facebook time," replied the Hubby with a smirk.
"They should try hanging out with a Dragon on an ambrosia hangover as he burps and belches fire all over the place," shuddered Allspice just thinking about the last time it happened. "I wonder if I should go pack one of my trunks for the trip? If we run into any Wish Dragons, we will need some ambrosia just in case. They are so busy packing their stuff, I don't think they will notice if I disappear for a few minutes to get mine. If all else fails, I got to have my magical mixers with me..." (*ODACA - Original Doll Artist Council of America)
"I can't have Dragons moving too close to our brewing spot," thought Allspice. "Otherwise I would never be able to have any of the brew stored here in the barrels. After all, part of the appeal of the brew to Dragons is that they find it irresistible." Allspice put his hand up next to the cave wall and started twisting it from left to right. Part of his ability was to feel the vibrations of sound since he used music to add his magical touch to the brew. This time when he heard the sound he felt his way along the walls of the tunnel to find where it was coming from. The closer he came to the sound, the more he could make out that it sounded like conversation going on between two creatures. "One of them is upset," he decided.
"That was a fool's errand, Aralt!" the She Dragon roared. "There wasn't a Dragon anywhere, let alone anyone that even knew about Dragons until we showed up from the direction we were sent." Aralt knew that when the Siate' was in a temper it was very wise indeed to keep one's head down if one wished to keep said head on one's shoulder. Allspice also had learned long ago about a Dragon's temper and decided it might be better to stay hidden behind the boulder for a bit longer. "That silly word game those villagers and that stupid little Dragon played on me has made me dangerous indeed!" continued the irate Dragon. "How can a Wish Dragon even not be a Wish Dragon any longer?" Aralt was pondering some of those same thoughts himself as he just stood there as Siate' continued to stomp around the cave while circling him as she ranted. "Now that was an interesting thought," Allspice said to himself. "Is there a way to take away a Wish Dragon's wishing ability... and would one want to do it?"
The sad part of this craving is that he hadn't had his favorite food for quite a while. Where he hailed from no longer carried his quick and easy way of making it and to make it from scratch took FOREVER! Which in a magical land can be quite a very long time indeed. Plus with the ever demanding need for Ambrosia, he was more often too busy making that - leaving no time for other delicious treats to devour.
"Alas!" Allspice thought to himself. "I'll be on a good diet since I can't find the time to make my favorite treat." After a moment more of thought, he chuckled ruefully to himself. "I never did admit that they were healthy for my diet. But, oh, one bite of those tasty morsels is certainly good for the soul."
Allspice rushed into the store, bought the ingredients, and then faster than a Twitterbird can deliver a message, Allspice was back in his cave firing up the oven.
Chopping up the apples with a knife inside the can, he then proceeded to place a very small amount in the center of each pastry square.
A couple scoops of the sugar with just a dab of the margarine, add a dash of vanilla extract, and stir," Allspice said the recipe over to himself. "I'll add a small splash of milk to thin this mixture into a glaze. Then dribble it over the golden pastries after they have cooled when I pull them out of the oven." After the pastries cooked in the oven (at 400 degrees for about 15 minutes), Allspice in his excitement almost dropped the pan when he removed them. But he quickly recovered himself, dribbled the glaze over the turnovers and then proceeded to sit down and eat his first bite. "Oh yes! Yummmm," Allspice thought to himself. Then he chuckled. "I can now have my treat in this new land! What a nice boon for moving, but I will certainly have to limit myself or I will be gaining way too much to my waistline. So just like the Dragons in trying to limit themselves on our Ambrosia, I now have my 'own' ambrosia." 
He had been working on getting his kitchen setup so he could mix his first batch of ambrosia for the Dragons here in this new realm. "First batch indeed," he thought. "It will take many more batches just to feed all of them even once. It's a good thing that there are only a few Wish Dragons around otherwise I would need an army of SPICE bakers to get the mis-enchanted back." After finding his bellows and the other items needed, Al decided to get some fresh air before having to stand over the cooking pot. "It will do me some good to step outside for a bit," he decided as he realized that being bent over rummaging through storage boxes had created a kink in his back. Before stepping out of the cave, he took a quick look around to make sure that it was safe. He had almost stepped out once before in his travels with the Dragons and a giant bird had almost eaten him. Thinking about it made him shiver slightly and for a moment stopped whistling to mutter "Darn Rocs". Spying a giant frog and a Pyksee hopping around, Allspice decided it was still safe enough to step out of the cave for a little while. "But not too far from the entrance. Don't want the Dragons to see me. They will be nagging me soon enough to be brewing up more Ambrosia. After taking several deep breaths and a long stretch to straighten out the kinks in his back, Allspice turned around and went back into the cave. "I better get busy as I do have a lot of Ambrosia to still brew," he thought. Even though this part of the cave was still dark, he had walked in and out so many times bringing in his boxes of cooking supplies that he did not need to cast a light spell to see. Soon he was back to whistling and brewing. "That tune just won't go away. It's a good thing I like it," he smiled.
It was here that Meen (spying) realized that she needed to tell the Queen of the Shadows' what she had seen and heard, but another also was affected by what had just happened... Not too far away, a Dragon and a rat were discussing the finer parts of humor when the Dragon suddenly stopped talking and started turning his head this way and that! "Do you smell that?" Dree asked Drat. The rat stopped and sniffed the air. Being a rat he had a very sensitive nose but evidently it was nothing compared to the Dragon's. "I don't smell anything unusual other than your feet," he joked.
Soon Dree figured out the direction of the smell and made the decision that he would check out what it was that somebody was cooking. But before he could act on that thought, Drat distracted him with a new joke. "Did you hear the one about the rock and the troll? Well this troll was lonely and one day while out walking he saw this big rock in the trail..."
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