48 Prophecy Horsey (1/2)
The rest of Team Idiot presented an unexpectedly orderly picture.They were gathered in the parlor eating bread and fruit the Jaspers seemed to be providing.
”Not very poisonous,” Jen remarked acerbically.
Nelda just shrugged semi-apologetically. She noticed HoneyBeard riding herd on the disparate group. [I guess he is a next level idiot herder now.] ”Gather 'round, people,” Nelda said.”Aunty Nelda has a plan to prevent the end of the world.”
Jen had managed to get her centaur body folded neatly onto one of SmithGuild's couches, which was amazingly supporting her weight.Tyrone's serpent body was coiled under the wind, and he seemed to have got enough control of his spine to sit up and turn in her direction.Reg, the satyr, sat cheerfully on the windowsill. Even dragon-Phyllis gave Nelda her attention, but with dragony forearms folded and a somewhat sarcastic tilt to her head.
”Right.” Nelda looked back at the variously gold, green, and glowing eyes of her compatriots.”Of in this direction, SmithGuild tells me, is a centaur who is a seer.He might have some information we need regarding the more over-arching issues”--Nelda made a rainbow gesture with her hands.--”at work in this world.”
”Including the prophecy that you're going to end it,” Phyllis said.”Failed to mention that, didn't you?”
[What was I meant to say? Hello, my name is Nelda, and I might be the anti-christ of chimera world?]
”Thank you, Phyllis.I had a lot of cover, so a few things ended up on the cutting room floor.But in any case, in that direction is also the centaur herd, Echidna Drakaina the only known female version of whatever Tyrone so now, and the nesting areas where the female dragons are raising their new clutches, and somewhere beyond that the satyr settlement.Including Pytho, whom I, we, are acquainted with.So whether you for adventure, integration or saving the word—this is the party to join.”
”You seem… confident,” Reg said.
”I am confident.The bridge that connected to this world was influenced strongly by Brenda, but also by me.We both handled that fuse.I am still figuring out exactly how this works.But I do have a connection to the world.And I think—one way or another—I am here for a reason.”
”Hark to the Messiah,” Phyllis muttered.
[She is going to a dragon-sized pain in my ass.]
From behind her BugleHead prompted: ”And the unicorn.Don't forget about the unicorn.”
”And the unicorn,” Nelda agreed, noticing that she very-much had Jen's attention with that word.”My immediate goal is to ask Asborus if he knows how to go about resurrecting the unicorn. The unicorn has been gone from this land for a long time.But last time I was here, I located the horn needed to bring it back, now in the care of the satyr BugleHead here.”
BugleHead grinned.He then looked around slightly puzzled and then rushed off.
”Hopefully he can remember where he left it,” HoneyBeard remarked.
”Any-who.” Nelda said.”Obviously, you can all do what you like.But if there is some kind of design to all this.We may all have arrived in this way for a reason, for a purpose.Maybe even to save this place.So I think we should stick to together, visit the seer, and then have some kind idea what it is all about before you—as I presume you want to—get to know your new… people.”
”And the unicorn?” Jen prompted enthusiastically.
”It seems to me this world will be a better place with a unicorn in it, and the unicorn is considered some kind of holy ancestor of the centaurs here. They want it to come back.Come to think of it, Jen, maybe you chose this”—she indicated the saccharine art on her sweatshirt—”for a reason you didn't even know at the time.”
Jen seemed amazed and delighted. Phyllis obviously disgusted.