Gardens and the Graves

[Lady Shatterstone]

* Oribella hated to cause any more damage to Mr. Mole's home, but there didn't seem to be any other way. Once the skull was out the door and sliding across the once green lawn she bows low and apologizes for the trouble and promises to help repair his house.*

*As Grouse readies himself to cast his choosen spells, Oribella pulls out another blast globe in case the spells fail.*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

The magic had already been broken once, so further dispelling seems to have no effect. However, the skull is still skidding along the frozen ground, and before Grouse can attempt a second spell, it splashes into the slushy frog pond and sinks.

 

[Ashy]

"Blast and tarnation!", Grouse sputters, watching the skull slip into the pond. He then looks to Freyja and asks, "Can ya go down there and make some ice around th' skull? That should make it float to the top and then we can blast it wit' tha globe...."

 

[Seonaid]

Freyja nods and creeps toward the pond. Once she finds the skull, she points to it and tries to cover it with her frost.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

The skull seems to have fallen to the bottom. Freya takes a deep breath and plunges into the water. Thought the top layer is icy cold, underneath it's warmer, like it should be. She freezes the water around it, and it floats to the top. Once there, and rolled back onto the land, the faeries attempt to blast it into oblivion... to no avail. The skull seems remarkably resistant to damage. Perhaps it has specific weaknesses, ones that would take research or the aid of wiser beings than they to unearth.

 

[Seonaid]

Freyja shakes her head in frustration. "What should we do?" she asks the others.

 

[Ashy]

Grouse frowns, his bushy purple brows knitting together like mating furry caterpillars. "Maybe we can toss it down the well? If nothin' else, it might keep th' devils outta there!"

 

[Seonaid]

Freyja smiles a bit at that. "Is there any way we can make sure it doesn't do any harm? We could maybe hide it somehow or something."

 

[Ashy]

Grouse nods, pulling on his pointy chin, "Well, that's why I was thinkin' o' puttin' it down th' well. With the youngun's gone, there shouldn't be anyone messin' around th' well, suren!"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

The faeires can roll the ice-encased skull over to the well, and with a bit of effort, get it in. The freak ice storm begins to melt away slowly, though some of the trees have minor damage. The next day goes fairly quiet, but the next morn, a terrible wailing comes from the house. The robins come winging over the house to tell the faeries what they can. "Mess-mess-messenger! On a horse, fast horse, carried carried carried a stick with black leaves!" the report, agitated and jumping about.