Harsh Words and a Familiar

We take another trip today into the forest near Lita’s castle–a place where wandering wizards pull up their colorful carts and put on magic shows.

A young magic man with eyes the hue of dirty sea water stands before the campfire.  He forgoes the traditional mage’s cowl and instead wears a starched formal shirt and tail coat. He clears his throat, then says:

“Watch your language in Lita’s forest.” He cups his hands. “Look in here. I’ll weave a stony path across dangerous waters to an islet with a marvelous bush. My story is about a lost familiar. And let me show you how a wizard’s harsh words turn into bats.”

This wandering wizard (the young mage tells us) sought a magical thingummy in his plate-shaped ocean world to free his kidnapped familiar.

The wizardling begins his story.

Next time, a talking dog warns us about Mandrakes and Minor Demons.

Last time, a mage told us about a Dire Secret and a Dragonette.