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The Dowager looked up from her cup of tea that she had been swirling in her hand and directly in the eyes of her son. “Do you remember what I said about Dragons being literal?” Before he could answer she continued, “Well never mind - they are. It caused the Great Age of Befuddlement and was the first conflict of the Outies, Dragons, and Fae in the Village." |
Whispering to herself so low that the others could not hear, "It is a memory that is never far from my mind." Quietly she sat, sipping her tea and staring into space, thinking back to those days, as her two listeners sat waiting for her to continue, not wanting to break the spell of her tale. Finally, Griselda realizes that she has been day-dreaming of the past. "There is much more to tell, but, that will have to await another day as I am tired and the evening is here." Rising, she continues, "When Sneefle arrives with my things, have him deliver them to my room. I will meet with both of you again in the morning." She nods to the Baron and then turns to look directly at Hungry, "Good night Hungry. Sleep well this night and tomorrow I will tell you more about your heritage," smiling, she adds, "Oh... and if you like, you may take the pillow with you." |