I was awoken by my mother, holding the bell of long-hearing, and thusly rescued from my long sleep. My labors for her merchantry soon finished, my rescuers led me outside to their mountainous black steed, and we all (except the steed) dined in a nearby village, where we chanced to observe a passing strange game, between a master and a spirit.
Since returning home, I have been well amused with my own spirits. And the candles and the spiced ambrosia have not turned my wrath, either.
:)
Since returning home, I have been well amused with my own spirits. And the candles and the spiced ambrosia have not turned my wrath, either.
:)