affame_le_geant_between_worlds fyn gula the rooster, having calmed down, told the remaining colorful story of synoin's current activity, including her winged flights about the treetops and her cloud pauses to look down upon the geometrical design of our playground. when he related the news of the dragon incident with the dual slaying of the not yet knights, saumboo heard the world groan on its fragile axis and he knew it wasn't kemulya, but that far distant world where synoin inhabited another body and worked the good australian soil to grow vegetables and cook them under the covering of rainfall. saumboo sensed synoin had entered a realm few attempt and the noise of real celebration is not limited to shouts and affirmations, but earthquakes and emissions of fiery steam. saumboo knew that traveling between worlds was possible. copello and his band of earthly souls had done it with success in their pursuit of the marox pass. he was impressed with synoin's ability and wondered where she received her training. he was so curious in fact, that he contacted frAnk, his connection with the little blue ball, who lived on the maris den cie, that bridge between worlds, to see if he could inquire. what was related back to him in a language difficult to understand was he would basically attempt it but it was never done with imaginarium, only flesh and blood. but in the indigo world, what is the difference saumboo tried to query, but the communication was lost to the buzzing of bumblebees and pursing lips. saumboo knew he had not seen the last of synoin because once one enters kemulya and departs, they always return, especially when their presence and presents is and are, needed or required. besides, she was now a warrior, whom even dragons respected. with the help of the rooster, (his long tail came in handy for the stirring of the sauce) saumboo completed breakfast and served it on elegant depression glass with oneida silverware. still aware he had to inform potentilla's parents of the tragic loss of their mouse daughter, saumboo bowed with welcome, waiting for the right time to announce the destruction of the court of the crimson king. 020103 what's it to you? who go blather from