The humans are in the Big City to the South, visiting the Knittery Friend and her family. This usually means good food and good company. Good food eventually means a trip to the Necessary Room. Sigyn and I have gone exploring to try to find it.
I think we found it.
And by Fandral’s Mustache Wax, it is guarded by the weirdest beast I have ever beheld—and keep in mind that as a lad I once sneezed mid-spell in the royal menagerie in Asgard and had to deal with the after-effects!
No doubt the Knittery Friend has stationed it here and trained it to mercilessly savage any who would dare leave toothpaste globs in the sink. Don’t get too close, Sigyn! A normal duck hasn’t any teeth, but this is most decidedly not a normal duck…
Ah, this beastie here is no doubt more gentle and amenable to scritches. Unless I miss my guess, this is the rare striped pygmy soapwhale. They breed in southern latitudes and migrate northwards in the summer. The fact that this fellow is here now is a sure sign of the impending solstice.
Sigyn says she would like to be able to cruise the seven seas, living a life of High Adventure.
And I think she’s figured out a way to make that dream come true.