At one end of the table there was a large crystal pyramid ad it was on top of this pyramid that Wilvaro placed the Bale�s flame. The flame flickered there for a brief moment before it disappeared only to reappear inside the Pyramid itself. Wilvaro placed his three hands on the sides of the pyramid of the crystal, closed his eyes and spoke this simple phrase: �Give this fairy blossom, to use the air like water, although this fire cannot fly, she bares her magic here, which you will transentmogrify, and give her blossoms tear�. No sooner had Wilvaro finished his little incantation than James noticed the babbling flasks become more agitated. Bale�s magical flame began to spin around inside the pyramid. Soon it was not longer a flame but a miniature sized whirlpool or even a ting cyclone! The swirling increased in speed and ferocity until the pyramid emptied itself through its top most corners and into the network of pipes and flasks. The chemical contraption continued to rattle for a few seconds more and then became still. Then at the other end of the table Wilvaro, who James hadn�t noticed moving, turned on a little brass coloured top. Out of the nozzle a drop began to form, but this drop was not the shape of a normal drop of liquid, no. It was the shape of a tiny rose bud! Glistened, hardened and then fell into Wilvaro�s hand, a perfect rose the size of a finger and no more. Bale happily took the magical blossom and put it behind her ear James gawked at her beauty so much that she noticed him staring as she left the tent and gave him a coy little wink. �Wow!� said James and Penna at the same time. Penna looked down at his new companion. �See that?� he said, �she winked at me�. James said noting as Penna pushed him forward in the queue. He knew that she had winked at him, he just knew it. �Well hello little..... What are you?� said Wilvaro the Warlock to James, snapping the boy back into reality, or whatever this was. �Emmmbble� answered James staring u pat Mr. De Notso. �Emmmbble?� exclaimed the Warlock, �Emmmbble? Or Immobile ha!� Wilvaro laughed at his own joke, James just looked confused. The mage/comedienne noticed this. �Immobile young... whatever you are, because you weren�t move...... oh blast it anyway I haven�t got time for this jam diggery!� The warlock held his hands out to James. �Come on you.... thingy,� the warlock scowled, �make with the magic.� �But em� James responded moving back, �I�ve em...� This is It, thought James, I�m going to be found out. I wonder what they will do to me? �My Gods!� exclaimed Wilvaro, �hurry it up, my wife will be along for her blossom soon and if I�m not finished with this last batch I�m not sure my rheumatism will cope with her... come on!� James just stood there helpless. he felt like he did at times when his mother was beseeching him for a reason why he�d done something by accident. He was lost for answers. �I�� said James. �He�s ill!� exclaimed Penna, �yes that�s it,� moving in front of James he added, �he needs to keep all his magic today�. �Really!� Wilvaro�s eyebrows rose. One of them even disappeared under his hat. �Well what do you suppose we do?� �He can use my magic� said Penna, holding up a little blue flame. �Ah� Wilvaro responded looking happier, �a fliers flame. That will do nicely.� As the Warlock turned to his magic blossom machine or whatever the contraption was called, James breathed a sigh of relief. �Thanks� he said simply to Penna, he could think of nothing else to say. Penna just mumbled slightly and watched the contraption shudder to a halt. �Wow!� Wilvaro exclaimed, �it�s a long time since I saw a fliers bloom. Remarkable.� He turned to James and placed the blossom in the boy�s outstretched hand. It was clear as crystal and shimmered blue as it began to spin above James� palm. �Now you be careful with that young.... thingy.� Wilvaro de Notso lectured, �it may be a bit strong for you.� �Thank you sir.� said James and noticing Penna already leaving the tent, he hurried to catch up cradling his crystal rose blossom against his chest as he went. Sir! Wilvaro beamed with pride. He�d never been called such a thing before. It must be the new name he thought sagely, wiping away a happy tear. Then suddenly Wilvaro grimaced as his wife Linda stormed into the tent demanding his attention. �Wagon.� Wilvaro mumbled under his breath at his approaching spouse. �What?� Scolded Linda de Notso, stalking up to her husband with a dangerous expression on Ice maiden�s face. �Dragon.... I mean darling,� stuttered Wilvaro, rubbing his aching shoulder. �You look wonderful darling� he told his wife. Mrs de Notso was indeed beautiful, at least until she opened her mouth. Her husband�s compliment distracted her from her planned outburst. �I do, don�t I?� she stated. �A picture of perfection.� Confirmed Wilvaro �A picture eh?� Linda de Notso was a water sprite, but more specifically she dealt with ice, which made her an Ice maiden of a terrible pain in Wilvaro�s opinion. She had the beautiful poise of a princess with the stunning long hair to booth. �Yes darling.� Wilvaro mused. He remembered the time they had spent in the Academy for Witches and Warlocks and how they had fallen in love. It had been so perfect then before everything had changed. Linda was far too ambitious for Wilvaro and felt he did not care enough about advancing �their� career. She always complained to him about his wasting his time on unrewarding trivial like this �Silly Circus� as she called it. �Mmm� she said thoughtfully looking her husband up and down. For a second he thought that the hard and beautiful features of her face softened before she regained her well-practised icy stare. �Ok then� she told Wilvaro, �you may make me a blossom.� She held out her hand to him. In it was her flame, a dark blue fire with a touch of red. Her family secret, there was fire in those icy veins. �It will be exquisite,� Wilvaro whispered to his wife, �just like you.� And the warlock turned towards his contraption preparing to add a little extra magic of his own to ensure his wife�s pleasure. |
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