affame_le_geant_synoin fyn gula (hullo. back to robin hill after a wonderful time with the devereauxs. let's say during this hefty delay, meeterskeeter was being prepped for transposition. changing lives with a hungry giant is a labourious undertaking, requiring a great deal of effort, not to mention time. yet, sudden, unexpected news in the castle of broken glass must make us shift our attention to king mal and queen mauvis, and you will shortly discover why) saumboo, who was busily preparing breakfast, having frustrating difficulty catching eggs from the hens, finally secured six and was whipping them up into an omelette, when there was a flurry of beating wings and raucous cries outside the kitchen door. saumoo, startled, bumped his chef's hat against the glass of the cabinet doors and crinkled several of the one hunderd lines signfying the hundred ways to cook eggs. the screams were replaced with pounding. saumboo turned the burner flame to low, fixed his hat, and shuffled over to the door. opening it, he blinked in mild curiosity at who appeared, panting and severly out of breath. it was a rooster herald dressed in the colors of the crimson king. "i'm very sorry to disturb you in your making of breakfast, sir," the rooster crowed in an obvious panic, "but there's been a apocolyptic disaster in the court of the crimson king!" saumboo was gripped with shock. if the problem with meeterskeeter and potentilla wasn't enough, here he was faced with stunning news that would shake the foundation of the kingdom of broken glass to its very core. "and what of synoin?" saumboo, asked, barely able to bear the possibility of her demise. synoin was the wayward daughter of king mal and queen mauvis, who left their neglect on the eve of her sixteenth birthday. through a series of secret correspondences, saumboo was keenly aware of her whereabouts and enigmatic existence. "she is safe as far as i know," the rooster said, calming down a bit. "but her future is definately up in the air, seemingly in the hands, or should i say minds of a few gods and godlets." saumboo was worried. king crimson and queen iceberg were due for the annual rite of the building of the snowman army. mal and mauvis were expecting them tomorrow. "tell me more," saumboo said, inviting the rooster in and pouring him a cup of coffee. and so the herald explained it all, down to the moment he saw synoin insert the golden key with its mysterious inscription into the golden box. when saumboo heard what its contents were a puppetmaster could not have lifted his eyebrows any higher. 011231 what's it to you? who go blather from