Soul Thief
The rabbit named Nicolai Foo-Foo bounced around Oberon's Domain and chewed on the sparse grass.
Irene was scolding Oberon, saying she couldn't keep the grass growing if he refused to water it.
He said, Nicolai prefers parsley. Perhaps you ought to plant some of that instead.
But that was just an excuse so that Irene would turn away from Oberon and bend over to plant it.
He snapped his fingers and the grass all turned to dust.
Irene looked over her shoulder at him but she couldn't keep a mean face.
So she bent over and planted parsley instead.
Oberon could have watched Irene plant parsley until the Hells froze over.
Irene fetched human wine and smoking pipes for Oberon to try. She said the humans turned fermented fruit into wine to create delicious, alcoholic conconctions.
This is peculiar, Oberon said as he tasted it.
He did not so much care for the taste but he humored Irene.
But the smoke was miserable and he said, Why would any human do this? Now this is vile.
"They make that with plants. It might be vile, but these humans are very clever with their resources. They use all these things I create for them. The animals they use right down to the bone. They're very intelligent," Irene cooed.
Oberon pulled her close and kissed her. At this time, Oberon was not all that fascinated with humans yet, although Irene was beautiful even when she swooned over these creatures.
But what now? Oberon thought as Irene rested in his lap. Will my lively Irene ever return?
He touched her hair, tangled it around his fingers.
This was all Edol's fault.
Irene was scolding Oberon, saying she couldn't keep the grass growing if he refused to water it.
He said, Nicolai prefers parsley. Perhaps you ought to plant some of that instead.
But that was just an excuse so that Irene would turn away from Oberon and bend over to plant it.
He snapped his fingers and the grass all turned to dust.
Irene looked over her shoulder at him but she couldn't keep a mean face.
So she bent over and planted parsley instead.
Oberon could have watched Irene plant parsley until the Hells froze over.
Irene fetched human wine and smoking pipes for Oberon to try. She said the humans turned fermented fruit into wine to create delicious, alcoholic conconctions.
This is peculiar, Oberon said as he tasted it.
He did not so much care for the taste but he humored Irene.
But the smoke was miserable and he said, Why would any human do this? Now this is vile.
"They make that with plants. It might be vile, but these humans are very clever with their resources. They use all these things I create for them. The animals they use right down to the bone. They're very intelligent," Irene cooed.
Oberon pulled her close and kissed her. At this time, Oberon was not all that fascinated with humans yet, although Irene was beautiful even when she swooned over these creatures.
But what now? Oberon thought as Irene rested in his lap. Will my lively Irene ever return?
He touched her hair, tangled it around his fingers.
This was all Edol's fault.