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The Portrait of Zool

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A little purple fingerpuppet butterfly I have that flaps its gauzy wings when one waves ones finger.

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lacewings make for an interesting soup... grasshoppers battered and deep fried are a good side too... but I must say, the fire ant sushi, wrapped in a chili nori was kinda hard to discribe.

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Lackey shook the little bottle vigorously, stopping long enough to watch the swirling sparkles die, then shook it again. "Is this really bottled spontaneity?" he asked the old wizard, his eyes getting bigger and rounder as the gears began to turn in his head.

 

"Oh yes - and do be careful with that," replied the wizard, watching the other with a concerned eye.

 

The wizard had barely uttered the words when as quick as a wink Lackey reached over and popped out the tiny cork. Highly agitated, a fountain of fiery sparks shot out of the bottle.

 

"NOOOOO...!" screamed the wizard, but it was too late - his dissent seemed to stretch into infinity as the world came unhinged around them...

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The door is open. It is smooth wood and varnished instead of painted, but the wood itself is of good quality and it matches the decor so well that probably few notice. The child outside the door watches closely peeping around it. She looks down at her feet for a moment, careful to stay outside the room, but quickly her gaze returns into the room.

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The room was neat, but somewhat cluttered. The light came from a cluster of thick candles on one side of a broad flat desk, the other side displaying a wooden globe of the earth that spun slowly of it's own accord in it's ornate carved frame. In between were stacks of open books, a large unfolded hand inked map, and a long parchment, half written in by the quill now standing neglected in a crystal well.

 

A large stone fireplace centered one wall, which was dark this warm mid-summer's night. The opposite wall was lined with shelves, in front of which stood some half completed canvases and an easel. There were artifacts from all over the world, and a few that were not from this world. A rack stood at the ready to one side; Vials marked temperance, revenge, love, rage, altruism, hate, humility, pride, justice, greed, and many others stood at the ready for the artist's brush.

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