Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Whither Goes the Wind--Part 58

Lulea did her best to keep calm as the immense eye stared at her.  Slowly the hand she rested in pulled back, bringing an enormous face into view.  Lulea felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she recognized who held her.

WHY HAVE THESE DISTURBANCES COME TO MY CREATION? came the booming voice into Lulea's head.

Lulea gulped as she through herself onto what she was thinking of as the ground but was in fact the palm of a gigantic hand.  "Great Maker!  I am unworthy of your presence!  Exceedingly unworthy!  My lack of worth..."

TELL ME, SYLPH LULEA, said the Maker in a voice that was more than a voice, WHY DO YOU IMAGINE IT WOULD PLEASE ME TO HEAR ONE WHICH I HAD MADE DECLARE ITSELF UNWORTHY OF ME?

Lulea blinked.  "Ummm, well..." She coughed.  "You know, on retrospect, it was this idea that started circulating..."

"Rejoice, people!" came a familiar voice from on high.  Lulea glanced up to see Lady Polychrome and her guard floating gracefully to the field.  "Polychrome of the Sylphs with her retinue has arrived to serve as reinforcements and save the--"  The Chief Sylph coughed as she saw the Maker.  "Ahh.  Maker.  Didn't realize you'd be here."  A cheery smile touched the Chief Sylph's features.  "Not that I can be expected to keep up with the beacon of perfection that is you, oh, Great Maker of all things..."

The Maker frowned.  I AM FORMING A DEFINITE OPINION ON WHERE THE SOMEWHAT IRRITATING TENDENCIES OF THE SYLPHS TOWARDS ME ORIGINATED FROM.  AND AM GROWING INCREASINGLY DISPLEASED.

Polychrome fidgeted nervously as she touched the ground.  "Of course, apologies for any..."

PLEASE STOP, noted the Maker, with a wince.

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