Humour is infectious … a teaser – THREE STONES OF DESTINY
Mirrortac warmed to his role as the wonderful adventurer. He told him as much as he could about the world of his birth. He told of the fields of nif-grass where the poultry bird, fote, bobbed up their heads while searching among the roots for worms. He told of the trees of the woodlands and the snowcapped heights of the mountains that towered high above all the villages. With the ability of mind contact, he was able to transmit images of all these just as though the child was there in Eol himself. Fervik beamed with delight and awe at all these fantastic visions which he relayed to all his young friends. Soon there was a small crowd of younglings seated around the erfin, who was careful not to transmit anything to do with spirits, demons and alien magic.
After the feasting was over, Swarg, the clan-master and elders led them all out into the air. All thoughts of the stranger among them were forgotten as they were greeted with the shining visage of Luma hanging above the far horizon. A brisk cold breeze greeted the party as they shrugged off the old season. Their feet sunk into the wet snow as thin streaks of cloud fanned out in the sky above them, forming a fine veil to remind them of the many days of darkness and snow just passed. Mirrortac took a deep breath, sucking in the cool crisp air until his lungs expanded, then he exhaled with a forceful gush that Fervik mimicked, grinning back with a cheeky gleam in his eyes. This made Mirrortac laugh and soon they were both laughing. The hyfnuks also laughed, but the sound of them only served to add to their amusement. The hyfnuk with the scar made such a peculiar sound when he laughed that this brought the two into hysterics until tears were streaming down their cheeks. Swarg, seeing the comical sight of all this hysterical laughter, could not withhold her own mirth, adding her own strange cackling to the throng. This dominoed onto the clan-master and even the stern-faced elders who all broke into their own unconventional chuckling and cackling. ‘Why are we all laughing,’ one elder thought out. ‘What more joyful way to greet the great Luma!’ Swarg replied.