Scrawny.
Sniveling.
Meak, plain clothes.
Blonde hair.
But deep green eyes.
You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
SPRIGGY: "oh Geez..." he muttered, sort of at her, but, also to the air. "Jellabeeze Willis you were right, forgive me mamma!" Spriggy catches his breath. "Thank you ma'am, I'm terribly sorry, but I must be on my way. See, my mamma told me that comin' to a big city like this'n would be trouble. Spriggy has been searching his pockets for some change. "Oh, gosh, see, and I just don't have anything to pay you with so... I'll see ya.... goodbye, now. Spriggy steps out, then comes right back in. "Say, you don't happen to know where I could be someone's assistant or something? I'm used to just helping mama out around the house...? Mama was... she was... I don't like to talk about mamma. She was terrible to me. Do you wanna hear actually? I'm sure you do honestly.
Spriggy comes back in and takes a seat.
"I don't care what my momma says, you look like a nice enough lady, even with the wrinkles. You know, mamma always said that wrinkles were caused by frowning 'so don't frown when I talk'. I thought that was kind of unfair. You must not have had a mamma like mine. You have a lot of wrinkles... Do you feel them when they sag? That's funny: sag! Rhymes with uh, well. Anyways. What was I saying...? Oh! Right! Mamma was terrible to me. One time, she tickled me. It was very mean. So I left home and came here, and I'm never going back!"
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