No visit to the Big City to the South would be complete without a visit to the Purveyor of Pens. The human male and his friend (who has accompanied us on this jaunt) are busy debating the merits of various inks and pens. I’m not terribly interested in such and am amusing myself by mixing up all the jars of pre-filled pens so that each has three or four different kinds, none of which correspond to the label.
Sigyn is enjoying the fresh flowers that the proprietors tend to have.
Now she has wandered toward the uncharted territory that is the back of the store. Looks like she is making some new friends.
Not sure what those bearded geezers are doing in a pen shop. Perhaps they are hear to buy nibs.
(Later:) The humans have finally finished buying more scribing supplies than anyone could possibly need. Since it is lunchtime, they have decided that we should check out the eating establishment across the street. Looks like we can easily place our orders and get a table and
GREAT FRIGGA’S CORSET!!! WHERE IS SIGYN?!!!! YOU SPAWN OF A BILGESNIPE, YOU LEFT HER IN THE PEN STORE, DIDN’T YOU?!
Now the brainless female has run back to the pen store and searched by the flowers and has not found her–and is panicking, and rightfully so! If my beloved has been kidnapped is in any other way harmed in the slightest, I will make the human female’s short, miserable, mortal life even shorter and much more miserable.
The human female has returned, despondent, to the noodle house. Luckily, one of the party at our table has a brain. All it takes is my pointing out to the female that she has, in fact, got a photo of Sigyn talking to those skeezy pixies. Back she runs, and yes, there Sigyn is, singing little songs with them and not at all aware that she has sent three mortals and one Jotun into heart failure.
I think we all need some hot noodles as a restorative.
Ah, here’s our order. Lemongrass chicken vermicelli bowl. Looks good.
Fun fact: The word “vermicelli” is based on a root meaning “worms.” Watch me change the human female’s vermicelli into the real thing mid-mouthful.
Now that’s a face.