A Half-baked Plan is Hatched! Part 2

(Earthsleep 19th, 10019 ADW, Morning - Village of Paragius, Lagunis)

“A rabid whaet?” Loni muttered as she bent her arms and propped her shoulders up off the bed, laying back on her elbows with one dark brow pinched upward inquisitively.

“Ne’er mind…” Shaking her head a moment, the curls springing around her face in a mop which obscured the rosy features for a moment, she let the expression go and sat upright fully, pulling her legs under her and draping one forearm over a bent knee as she leant over towards the drawers, peering at Chika carefully. Her blue eyes were twinkling, not the reaction the mephit may have been expecting after everything she had just said. And indeed, it was doubtful if the Bard had heard half of it when she said next: “Naye, naye, ah am listin’ tae ye, Chika, re’lly ah am… Naew, whaet did ye saey ‘bout C’reth bein’ taw tall an’ ‘uman an’ all thaet?”

The wheels were turning in the Halfling’s brain as steadily and stubbornly as the wooden cogs of a wheat mill. She suddenly sprung off the bed, her bottom scooting over the covers and off the edge with one bounce where her sock-feet hit the floorboards with a thud. She practically ran around the foot of the bed over to the wash basin with the old, rusted mirror hung on the wall above it and pulled the foot stool over to climb up on it and inspect her reflection with excitement at her blooming plan.

“Sae whaet ye’re sayin’ is ah need tae bae tall like a ‘uman, rioght?” she grinned, quite a disturbing expression not unlike the kind which would be at home on an insane villain of a children’s book. She held her arm up beside her with the hand at a right angle and measured into the air above her head as far as she could reach and even tried uselessly standing on her tip toes on the stool while the other hands clutched the basin’s edge. “Haew tall? Fivesies? Fivesies an’ a ‘alf? Surely naet sixsies? Haew tall is thae lad? Dinnae wannae git tae tall, jest ‘nough tae luk ‘im in thae eye…. Hmmmm….”

“Ey!’ she exclaimed, hopping down off the stool and rushing over to plant her hands either side of the top of the drawers to lean in and grin at Chika. “Didn’ thaet barkeep, ‘Arold’, daewn stairs say sumthin’ ‘bout a ‘ermit near by people were accusin’ o’ trubbles? Ah bet thae uld bugger’s really sum mage wit’ a grudge! Ifn’ we gae see ‘im an’ tell ‘im we’re un ‘is side, maybe he’ll knaew sum poshun tae pep mae up a couple o’ feet! Caem un!”

Without waiting for a reply, Loni plucked Chika up off the pillow and dropped her fair into the front of the leather bodice between the lining and the white blouse beneath. She rushed around the other side where her boots were, nearly tripping and lunging face first into the back of the door as she tried to run and pull them on at the same time, then hauled on the door handle to pry it open like a possessed hob goblin hell bent on mischief.