It’s our last day, so to help distract us from the giant elephant in the room of having to return home tomorrow, we have scheduled one last big adventure.
Sigyn has never flown in a hot-air balloon, and neither have I.
It will be a good way to survey the surrounding countryside, and with my magic, there’s no danger that we will crash or drift out to see or some such foolishness . See if you can find us one whose gondola is not already full of Victorian cosplayers.
(later) That was quite fun! We shall have to do it again sometime soon.
We do not have time for a visit to the botanical garden, but we can certainly spend some pleasant moments strolling in this grove of glitter pines.
Sigyn really likes them, because they are *SpArkLy* and essentially red and yellow. Ehehehe–think how awful one would look in the human female’s yard… It just might be time to do a little guerilla gardening…
Uh, oh. Sigyn, I think we may have strayed into a part of town that is not so nice… There’s no need to fear, since I have my magic and my dagger (and many other weapons secreted about my person), but let us pay attention and remain aware of our surroundings as we work our way back to the camper.
Norns’ nighties! I think this poor fellow has been the victim of a mugging!
Run and fetch help whilst I try to stop his hemorrhage.
Ugh. This is not how I wanted to end our trip. Hang on, fellow. Help is coming.
(a bit later)
Yes, officer, I “just happened” to come upon the poor, late Mister Frosty.
Yes, I had a dagger, but it was out because this is a shady part of town and I surmised—correctly, I might add— that you boys in blue have not been diligent in keeping up patrols in the area. If anyone’s to blame, it’s you.
Yes, officer, there is blood on my cloak, but only because I stopped to render aid. Is that not the correct thing to do in these parts?
Look, I know that I do have a bit of a reputation for mayhem and violence, but ask anyone: I only visit such upon those who have wronged me, and I’ve never
tasted seen the poor fellow before.
No, I would not like to accompany you down to any station to answer any more questions. I am a god, you dull creature, and I am done with answering questions. I have NOT stabbed anyone today, but if you annoy me further, that might change. Cease casting your aspersions upon my honor or I shall leave you with a wound which you can compare to the deceased’s.
Come, Sigyn, we are teleporting home. I’m sorry that our vacation has had to end upon such a sad and sour note. Think of hot air balloons, sparkly trees, cat-shaped mugs, cozy campers, furry deer, and strolls along the canal.
Next year, we are definitely going back to doing the glass museum instead.