Hey to both of my readers! I’ms hopin’ yur time away’s been RL good.
As I’s recallin’, Reyn ‘n I wuz chattin’ it up pretty detailin’ ‘bout the dragons what Madame B. seems to be chasin’, fer the magikal learning thing. And Reyn tells me ‘bout a places I can find dragons, get my eyes onter some fer sure, and I’m sorta sure that’ll be helpin’ me in some way, though I can’t decide if I’m unsure or just indecisivish.
So’s he gotted me the details on two places, what he calls the end of spectrum dragon sorts. One is in the volcano spots, like what I grew up in, y’know, the smelly village, and t’other is in an ocean, ‘cept he kept on calling it just plain dragon. Seems ter me should be an ocean-dragon. Or the volcanish-dragon, yer follow? But Reyn, he puts his hand on my shoulder and says “as yer will” sort of thing.
I scratch a bit, beetle management, really, and think I gotta ask the Madame B. what she thinks. And I ask The Landl..., Reyn, where’s ther coordinates of these dragons? And maybe I shouldna “air-quoted” the word dragons, maybe, but Reyn made a gritted teeth face and handed me a LM, said it’s fer the Ocean place. And he suggested I be real polite, because the Regent Council that runs the under part, or somthin’, they are real respectfilled, and I should reciprocreatin’. Or somethin’.
“Right on”, I said. And I almost hit the button.
“What’s a recent council?”
A Regent Council, Reyn sighed, is a collective of 3 mer-people taking turns in a “clan of mer-folk, in this case, reflecting the surveyed, collective will of a clan of mer-folk”, like.
“Right on!” I said. “What’s a mer-people?” I asked while searchin’ fer the LM. Just had it.
“Please stop chewing on that escargot and pay attention. Mer-people are inhabitants of ocean areas. They call it the UnderSky. They almost randomly select 3 mer-people on some time cycle based on hadal zone carbon turnover. I don’t really understand it, it’s rather complex with a lot of variables.”
Jokes on him, I’ma thinkin’, I’m chewing onna snail. And iffn they want ter turn about their carbon, have at it. I has allays supported the free exchange of, ummm, carbon. On both sides. Good ‘nuff said sorta moment.
Well, this place is kinda un’spected. Maybe I shoulda asked fer the door LM, coulda knocked and brushed some of ther mud offin my leggin’s.
“Hello. Welcome.” smiled Sister Afaf. She watched with a gentle smile as the mud detached itself from my pants and floated inna cloud ‘round me.
Ummm, hey, nice weeds. I scrambled ‘bout a bit maybe ter say somethin’, kind‘er like anythin’. “I heard you call this place the Underbelly?”
“Almost”, said Sister Ahlam. “Normally we refer to it as the UnderSky for people from above.”
Well I’sa thinkin’ you both know much as I do that thinkin’ yer above the somethin’ else is one of them roots of problems what takes strifin’ ter resolutionize. So I redirectived to ther dragons.
“Hi.” “As yers can read, prolly, my name is Trey. I’s been huntin’ up the Madame B. fer a while now. And I a’courst did the searchin’ o’ the facts twice, we call it re-searchin’ in the OverWater place.” I figure that scored some inter-sumthin’ points.
Sister Afaf questioned, “You are searching for the dear Madame Burrury? What a darling! We hope she is well.”
“We miss her so,” commented Sister Salam.
“Well, I’mma guessin’ prolly likewise,” I mentioned after one of them non plus moments (had ter look that up, got the Giant Book of Writin’ inna Intrestin’ Manner someres inna the cave, prolly, never read it per se, I figure it says to use ancient quips ‘n such.) “You all knows the Madame B.?
Sister Salam bowed a bit, “Of course. We are Friends of The Dragon, and M. Burrury is a famous Magik of The Dragon practitioner.”
I tried to scuff my toe on the ground, which stirred a small cloud of mud, “As I figured, yer’know, and so’s I popped in here to see iffn you had, like, a way ter say hi to her?” “And see me a dragon.” “And what? She’s famous ‘bout the dragons?” “And Magik? Of ‘em?”
“Yes,” Sister Ahlam replied. “We have known Madame Burrury for, I believe just over 900 years.” She glanced at the others. “Of course, I’m barely into my 240s.” She smiled and kept her eyes down.
But Mum taught me what to say, “I wouldn’t have guessed a day over 199!” Sister Ahlam thanked me.
Sister Salam also smiled and commented “the council always appreciates the younger ones’ fresh perspective”. “Are you here to find Madame Burrury, mainly? Or to see a dragon?”
I allowed as how finding Madame B. is kinda the next step in my raisins of etre, and I could move along without seeing a dragon, pre se. Although seein’ a dragon is likely interesting’ an’ such.
“Allow us then.”
And I got to tell ya, when somethin’ big as my cave appears, there’s a sorta the startlementation, what makes the unprepared kinda go “oh jeez” inside. Lost my train of thought, really. Wasn’t so much of a train to start, more of a stick pushing a bike wheel along a dusty street while you runs behind it. Like I stopped the running bit, I guess.
“Tell us more about your raisins?, asked Sister Salam.
“Well yessir, uh, ma’m, uh, your recently, I will.”
I’ma feelin’ a connection here, Madame B., and I’m’ma coming ter find you, and I seen a dragon, what makes me wish even harder you were here.
Raisins first step, like, I guess.