Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Monday, October 23, 2006
"Blood-curdling..." -- Part 25
After what seemed an interminable time, through many strange smells permeating the room, through a long litany of unknowable words and incantations by Devorah, Haggis was finally given permission to open her eyes and stand.
"Well?" demanded Haggis of her benefactress. "Am I human again?"
"Passable," Devorah conceded. "You will never be fully human, old girl, but I daresay you'll do."
"Well, what do I look like?" Haggis asked impatiently.
"See for yourself," said Devorah. "There is a looking glass yonder, on the dark side of the stairs."
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NOOOOOOOOOO! Devorah what have you done?
Ahhhhhh, but you must trust that Devorah knows what she's doing, for there is such a thing as ... karma.:)
I think she just wants some free eggs.
I don't know; she's probably not that hard up. She probably has chickens running around the fortress grounds. And if not, she's a ... sorceress. She could conjure up some eggs. Hmmmm. Could be that Devorah's looking into the future a little bit, seeing the bigger picture. :)
Oo-er, can't wait.
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