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indignation. “I am not getting fat! That is muscle. We sand dragons are naturally stocky and strongly built.”
“Well, your stomach muscle is nearly scraping the steps,” Azerick pointed out.
Wolf started laughing so hard he let out an enormous belch, which made him laugh even harder.
“Laugh all you want. Not all of us can be skinny little elves. Something for which I am eternally grateful. Uh oh.”
Wolf wiped the laughter-induced tears from his face. “What?”
“I’m stuck in the doorway,” Sandy replied sheepishly. “Stop laughing! Obviously the moisture of the cellar caused the wood frame to expand!”
“Yeah right! And maybe the moisture caused your belly to expand too!” Wolf barked out in uncontrollable hilarity.
“Shut up and give me a push!” Sandy demanded.
Still shaking with laughter, Wolf put his back against the dragon’s wide rump and pushed with his legs. Sandy wriggled from side to side trying to squeeze through but only wedged herself more firmly.
“Stop holding your breath!” Wolf ordered.
Sandy let out the pent up air in her lungs and released a belch several times the volume of Wolf’s. It worked and Sandy popped through the door and into the kitchen.
“See, I’m not fat. It was just gas from all that food,” Sandy said.
“I’m just glad it came out in a burp or you might have blasted me down the stairs!” Wolf said and roared with laughter once again.
Sandy gasped in indignation. “Dragons do not—do that!”
Azerick listened to the pair laughing and arguing across the grounds as they left the tower and headed towards the woods, likely to sleep off their over-indulgence. All he could do was shake his head and wonder if life had been less complicated when he was just battling demons and fighting armies.
“I swear, those two get into more trouble than every child in this place,” Agnes told Azerick as he emerged from the cellar.
“They are quite a pair. Speaking of troublesome children, I have hardly seen my apprentice in a couple days.”
Ellyssa and Roger were in her room, examining the results of her latest work. Numerous runes and sigils scrawled in different colored chalk adorned nearly every surface of the large wardrobe.
“Is this amazing or what?” Ellyssa asked her best friend, Roger.”
“It is interesting,” Roger replied uncertainly. “Are you sure it will work?”
Ellyssa scoffed. “Of course it will work! It’s simple. I applied the same runes on the inside of the wardrobe in our applied magic class. All I have to do is activate them, step inside, and pop out of the one in class. No more walking these stupid stairs. It is genius.”
“Where did you learn how to do this?”
“You know that big book Azerick is always looking at and told me to stay away from?”
“Yeah,” Roger said slowly with a mounting feeling of dread.
“In there.”
“Ellyssa, there is a reason he does not want you reading that book.”
“Yeah, because it has all kinds of great stuff in it.”
“No,” Roger said in exasperation, “because it is full of magic way beyond our level and is really dangerous! You are messing with transdemensional magic here!”
Ellyssa snorted and dismissed his worrying with a wave of her hand. “This is nothing more than a fixed version the gate spell Azerick uses all the time—sort of. It’s no big deal.”
“Azerick is also probably one of the most powerful spell casters in the kingdom!”
“I really doubt that. I’m sure Allister and Aggie know a lot more.”
“Well, he’s probably one of the scariest,” Roger amended as he studied a rune more closely. “Are you sure this one is right?”
Ellyssa looked at the rune in question. “Of course it is. That’s the sigil for the astral plane. It’s what makes the whole thing work.”
“I don’t know. I’m pretty sure these squiggly lines are supposed be vertical for the astral plane, not horizontal.”
““Nonsense. I copied exactly right out of the
“Well, your stomach muscle is nearly scraping the steps,” Azerick pointed out.
Wolf started laughing so hard he let out an enormous belch, which made him laugh even harder.
“Laugh all you want. Not all of us can be skinny little elves. Something for which I am eternally grateful. Uh oh.”
Wolf wiped the laughter-induced tears from his face. “What?”
“I’m stuck in the doorway,” Sandy replied sheepishly. “Stop laughing! Obviously the moisture of the cellar caused the wood frame to expand!”
“Yeah right! And maybe the moisture caused your belly to expand too!” Wolf barked out in uncontrollable hilarity.
“Shut up and give me a push!” Sandy demanded.
Still shaking with laughter, Wolf put his back against the dragon’s wide rump and pushed with his legs. Sandy wriggled from side to side trying to squeeze through but only wedged herself more firmly.
“Stop holding your breath!” Wolf ordered.
Sandy let out the pent up air in her lungs and released a belch several times the volume of Wolf’s. It worked and Sandy popped through the door and into the kitchen.
“See, I’m not fat. It was just gas from all that food,” Sandy said.
“I’m just glad it came out in a burp or you might have blasted me down the stairs!” Wolf said and roared with laughter once again.
Sandy gasped in indignation. “Dragons do not—do that!”
Azerick listened to the pair laughing and arguing across the grounds as they left the tower and headed towards the woods, likely to sleep off their over-indulgence. All he could do was shake his head and wonder if life had been less complicated when he was just battling demons and fighting armies.
“I swear, those two get into more trouble than every child in this place,” Agnes told Azerick as he emerged from the cellar.
“They are quite a pair. Speaking of troublesome children, I have hardly seen my apprentice in a couple days.”
Ellyssa and Roger were in her room, examining the results of her latest work. Numerous runes and sigils scrawled in different colored chalk adorned nearly every surface of the large wardrobe.
“Is this amazing or what?” Ellyssa asked her best friend, Roger.”
“It is interesting,” Roger replied uncertainly. “Are you sure it will work?”
Ellyssa scoffed. “Of course it will work! It’s simple. I applied the same runes on the inside of the wardrobe in our applied magic class. All I have to do is activate them, step inside, and pop out of the one in class. No more walking these stupid stairs. It is genius.”
“Where did you learn how to do this?”
“You know that big book Azerick is always looking at and told me to stay away from?”
“Yeah,” Roger said slowly with a mounting feeling of dread.
“In there.”
“Ellyssa, there is a reason he does not want you reading that book.”
“Yeah, because it has all kinds of great stuff in it.”
“No,” Roger said in exasperation, “because it is full of magic way beyond our level and is really dangerous! You are messing with transdemensional magic here!”
Ellyssa snorted and dismissed his worrying with a wave of her hand. “This is nothing more than a fixed version the gate spell Azerick uses all the time—sort of. It’s no big deal.”
“Azerick is also probably one of the most powerful spell casters in the kingdom!”
“I really doubt that. I’m sure Allister and Aggie know a lot more.”
“Well, he’s probably one of the scariest,” Roger amended as he studied a rune more closely. “Are you sure this one is right?”
Ellyssa looked at the rune in question. “Of course it is. That’s the sigil for the astral plane. It’s what makes the whole thing work.”
“I don’t know. I’m pretty sure these squiggly lines are supposed be vertical for the astral plane, not horizontal.”
““Nonsense. I copied exactly right out of the
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