An Invitation

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

*finishes helping John and Loki tend the patients*

*takes a detour downriver, back to where we left the motorbikes*

Compacto!

*shrinks and stores them in knapsack*

*finds the worm we spoke to earlier who showed us the way to the prison*

Hello? Hello, my dear fellow! I'm so glad I found you. It seems we've accomplished most of what we set out to do, in no small part thanks to your help.

Would you like to join us in returning to The Havens? If you don't want to leave your desert home I'll quite understand, but really, it's so lovely there on the mountain, I can't begin to tell you: more gardens full of flowers and vegetables than you could ever dream of. And lots of neighbours to chat with.

I daresay it will be some time before we're fully ready for the journey, so there's plenty of time to talk things over. You and your wife would be most welcome in our company.

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[thepunygod.livejournal.com]

*strolls around the corner*

Are you ready, Syb- *catches sight of worm* Oh, hello...

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

Ah, there you are, Mister Loki. I was just inviting our friend here to join us on our return trip.

How's Doctor Watson faring, then? Did you get him back to camp? I must admit I didn't like the look of him when I left you both...tending all those patients when his own health is so precarious...if he's worn himself out, it could seriously affect his recovery.

But would he listen to me? A mere witch who's probably forgotten more healing spells than any backwards Muggle school could ever hope to teach? Honestly, it's a wonder his lot have survived in the wild as long as they have.

[thepunygod.livejournal.com]

[*returns from the Desert of Existential Despair after two years*]

The worst injuries have been stabilized and the others are well enough to travel without help.

The doctor seems to be faring well. I will keep an eye on him. He is important as out primary healer and has a means of... control for the Great Red Wyrm. *nods over to Smauglock some ways away* I fear for what would happen to all of us should Dr. Watson have a relapse.

[smauglock.livejournal.com]

*the aforementioned Great Red Wyrm is getting ants in his Great Red pants*

*scratches at harness irritably*

JAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

*eyes Sherlock nervously*

Er...yes, my boy. I quite take your point.

He seems rather anxious to depart. Perhaps a bit of expeditious skedaddling would be in order?

[thepunygod.livejournal.com]

Indeed. We can begin loading Sherlock with the supplies now and load up the passengers once Temeraire returns.

*catches sight of Martin and Ollie hopelessly tangled in the nets*

*exasperatedly* All-Father save me from these accursed mortals. STOP STRUGGLING!

[ollie-omen.livejournal.com]

*gulp*

*stops struggling*

*after a prudent silence*

...You know your face goes all frosty when you shout?

[imjustaworm.livejournal.com]

Noticed that too, 'ave you?

*takes wife by the hand and ducks into Sybil's pocket*

Hope you don't mind, love.

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

Oh, not at all, my dear worm. Not at all. And is that Mrs. Worm? So very pleased to meet you!

*does a protection spell on the pocket*

There. Now you'll both be safe - and hopefully comfortable - for the journey.

[joditheworm.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much, Miss Witch.

*reflects for a moment*

It's going to be nice to find a good garden. And some more companions my size.

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

Oh, my dear, you'll simply adore it! I can't wait for you to see all the lovely greenery. And of course no garden can flourish without the aid of a thriving worm community, so you'll have absolutely oodles of friends and neighbours.

I'm Sybil, by the bye. Sybil Trelawney.

*unsure of the proper protocol when introducing oneself to a creature as small as a worm, and so settles for blinking and nodding head in lieu of any hand-based greeting*

And what may we call you?

[thepunygod.livejournal.com]

*goes a bit Jotun-y*

I suggest you let the issue be.

[ollie-omen.livejournal.com]

0_o

*shuts up*

*is glad that synths don't have bladders, otherwise the front of own makeshift skirt / sari would have a spreading wet stain as blue as your face right about now*