Chapter Thirty-One: Bigby Won’t Budge
Hi hi~
I met Bigby today, even with that suit on I could tell something was wrong.
Upset stomach?A slow nod.
I could cut open your belly, jiggle things about and tear out your intestines, if you like?
No no. It’ll pass.
Sure?
Positive. I know what you Chants are like.
Meh, you’re no fun.
Hey, my Mum told me you’re an expert Herbalist. Mind teaching me a few recipes to get me started?
Nah, you need to experiment for yourself first.
Won’t that kill me?
It’s perfectly safe, you’ll be uncomfortable for a while but juice or tea should have you up on your feet again.
Oh, just spill the beans and tell me your secret recipe, I don’t have time to dilly-dally.
Let me think... If you can tell me what combining two noxious elderberries, three bees and half a dragon dragonfly creates I’ll concede. Shouldn’t be hard to figure out.I repeated the list several times to memorise the ingredients and went to check on Genie.
I found him talking to his recently caught fish and making kissing noises, his lips resembling those of a trout. Yuck.
I sent a few selfies to my parents and several texts saying, yes, I’m doing great and no, Genie isn’t slacking and no, there aren’t any boys here thank you very much for inquiring.
What I didn’t tell them was the amount of attention Genie was getting.
I gave the fishing malarkey a try. The stream is pretty at night with the moonlight making it all sparkly and glittery and romantic – except for Genie spoiling the shot.
I got something!
Probably a log.
Hey, fishy, thanks for letting me catch you <3
Pfft, beginner’s luck. Oi, don’t put it back in the water.
She deserves to swim free with her fishy friends.
Just a warning, it’s all about bugs and stinky recipe making tomorrow so have a bucket prepared.
Love from Cora Z Chant.
