Gnomes are funny creatures that are difficult to classify. Their origins are unknown and they do not live in communities nor are they known to have families; it is unknown how or if they reproduce. Gnomes do not speak of their past, or do they plan for their future (at least not in a way that we might understand).
There are typically one or two gnomes in every forest and very rarely are they seen. Creatures of the forest have usually been warned not to interact with them as they are very mysterious and the effects of friendship have not been properly studied.
Occasionally, rumors of a friend of the forest befriending a Gnome have surfaced and the story usually ends with the tragic conclusion of the person never being seen again. Whispers and murmurs of the one who befriended the Gnome gradually growing distant and mad; vanishing occasionally and reappearing sometime later with different clothing and tanned skin. Eventually the creature would disappear completely and it was generally assumed the Gnome was responsible.
In spite of the mystery that surrounds a Gnome and the justifiable apprehension other citizens of the forest have for them; Gnomes are always the first in line when a call for volunteers is made. They’re always smiling and seemingly eager to lend their services. It has been observed that telling a Gnome “No thank you” is of little effect. A Gnome does not participate in conversation in the way most do; electing instead to smile unceasingly, nod, and agree with anything.
In the case of Higgins, the Gnome who has joined in the quest to stop the Sasquatch and save the Fairies, he appears to be very likeable- at least, he appears to be very non-controversial. There is, however, one potential issue that is becoming clearer with each passing moment. As the Gnome has befriended the Dwarf; electing to ride comfortably perched on the Dwarf’s shoulder, the Dwarf has become increasingly more stand-offish, distant, and independent.
More and more, the group has witnessed the Dwarf vanish into… wherever (or whenever) one vanishes to with the Gnome and return slightly less content to have returned. Often the Dwarf has returned looking years younger, older, and in between. The Dwarf refuses to acknowledge anything different when differences are observed, leaving the observer in a state of confusion.
The Elves, O’Malley & his companion O’Charles; both proud, proper, and dressed in green- expressed their concern with the Dwarf/ Gnome relationship evolution and have at present retired themselves to their carriage to “think it out then” but not before making the rest of the alliance feel mildly inadequate in their level of intellect.
The Pixie, oddly enough, appears to have gotten behind Chester’s plan to abandon the Sasquatch in… wherever the Gnome might take him, as has Talo. Faye, the Pixie, of course expressed some amount of condescending doubt that Chester would be able to communicate this proposal to the Gnome. Faye has taken an elevated perch on a small limb above the Dwarf and watches Chester’s attempt at talking to the Gnome curiously has she digs hungrily at the contents of a nut.
“Okay,” Chester attempted again to explain, “YOU pick up the Sasquatch, or whatever, and DELIVER it to where you go… Understand?”
Higgins smiled with wide vacant eyes and nodded understandingly. Higgins looked up at the Dwarf and said “Aigh, that’s a good idea, that is!” his tone was that of a reassuring pre-school teacher responding to jibberish.
The Dwarf was straight faced and arguably harder for Chester to read than the Gnome. Chester looked up with a studying eye at the massive Dwarf whenever he said anything to the Gnome. The Dwarf never really reacted, but Chester wanted to be ready if he did.
“Look” Chester continued, “I don’t think you’re getting this… We need YOU to bring the Sasquatch to, where… or… you know- wherever it is you go… to.” Chester looked up at the Dwarf face. No
The Gnome smiled blankly and nodded.
“You’re wasting your tiiiime…” Faye yelled down from above condescendingly.
“Well I don’t know how to talk to a Gnome and tell if he’s getting it!” Chester replied looking up at Faye. Chester stiffened as he caught the Dwarf’s poster shift slightly; assumedly in defense of his friend the Gnome.
“Sorry…” Chester said, putting up an apologetic hand to the Dwarf.
Just then, the carrier deer with the tiny luxurious accommodations strapped to its underbelly came pouncing through the underbrush and stood so that the elves could exit onto a near-by tree. The tiny door swung open and O’Malley exited, straightened his top hat and smoothed his jacket. He turned and assisted O’Charles from the carriage.
O’Malley stood proud and looked up at the Dwarf “Aigh, you’re gonna hafta leave the lit’el Gnome be then.”
“What!?” Chester asked confused, having only been able to cipher a word or two from what the red-bearded elf had said.
O’Malley looked at O’Charles and they simultaneously huffed irritably annoyed by the Woodling’s lack of understanding.
Chester observed that the Dwarf had lowered his brow and was now scratching his beard in an irritated way. Vin, the Dwarf looked down at the two elves in a peculiar way. Chester quickly jumped down to where the elves were standing and hurried them back into the carriage where they could talk in private.
In a very proper way, O’Malley and O’Charles took their seats in the ‘thinking chairs’ as Chester peered concerning out the window at the large and now shifty Dwarf; the Gnome perched happily on his shoulder. The Pixie watched curiously from her perch above, now distracted from her culinary pursuits.
“Okay” Chester said, “Did you just propose that the Gnome and the…”
The door to the carriage opened timidly and Talo let himself in. “Hello.” He said awkwardly.
“Aigh, right, the whole lot of ya! Come in, then! Make yer’self at home!” O’Malley said “Why don’ we just envite the Dwarf in then tu!” O’Malley shifted in his chair irritably and O’Charles grumbled, but Chester shook the whole scene off.
“… Are you saying that the Gnome needs to separate from the Dwarf? Because I think that would be a lot to ask at this point!”
Talo braved a confirming “… I really don’t think that’s…”
“That’s the only way’t’cn happen!” The elf proclaimed, “There’n an’y uther wey!”
“That’s right, that’s right…” O’Charles confirmed.
Chester looked at Talo with worried wide eyes. Talo returned a shrug and a hint of sympathy.
There was a quiet in the carriage; the eleves’ quiet was somehow superior.
Talo broke the silence “So… How are you going to handle that, Chester?”
Chester shook his head in a desperate show of ‘I have no idea’. He turned and looked out the open window only to fall to the floor, startled.
The black scraggly beard of the Dwarf and his large eye peered in the window. His pupil narrowed as he said in a stern booming voice “That’s not going to happen!”
Chester looked up fearfully from his new home on the floor and was terrified at the sight of the Dwarf. O’Malley was unaffected and managed “Well! That’s the on’ly wy!”
To Be Continued……………
There are typically one or two gnomes in every forest and very rarely are they seen. Creatures of the forest have usually been warned not to interact with them as they are very mysterious and the effects of friendship have not been properly studied.
Occasionally, rumors of a friend of the forest befriending a Gnome have surfaced and the story usually ends with the tragic conclusion of the person never being seen again. Whispers and murmurs of the one who befriended the Gnome gradually growing distant and mad; vanishing occasionally and reappearing sometime later with different clothing and tanned skin. Eventually the creature would disappear completely and it was generally assumed the Gnome was responsible.
In spite of the mystery that surrounds a Gnome and the justifiable apprehension other citizens of the forest have for them; Gnomes are always the first in line when a call for volunteers is made. They’re always smiling and seemingly eager to lend their services. It has been observed that telling a Gnome “No thank you” is of little effect. A Gnome does not participate in conversation in the way most do; electing instead to smile unceasingly, nod, and agree with anything.
In the case of Higgins, the Gnome who has joined in the quest to stop the Sasquatch and save the Fairies, he appears to be very likeable- at least, he appears to be very non-controversial. There is, however, one potential issue that is becoming clearer with each passing moment. As the Gnome has befriended the Dwarf; electing to ride comfortably perched on the Dwarf’s shoulder, the Dwarf has become increasingly more stand-offish, distant, and independent.
More and more, the group has witnessed the Dwarf vanish into… wherever (or whenever) one vanishes to with the Gnome and return slightly less content to have returned. Often the Dwarf has returned looking years younger, older, and in between. The Dwarf refuses to acknowledge anything different when differences are observed, leaving the observer in a state of confusion.
The Elves, O’Malley & his companion O’Charles; both proud, proper, and dressed in green- expressed their concern with the Dwarf/ Gnome relationship evolution and have at present retired themselves to their carriage to “think it out then” but not before making the rest of the alliance feel mildly inadequate in their level of intellect.
The Pixie, oddly enough, appears to have gotten behind Chester’s plan to abandon the Sasquatch in… wherever the Gnome might take him, as has Talo. Faye, the Pixie, of course expressed some amount of condescending doubt that Chester would be able to communicate this proposal to the Gnome. Faye has taken an elevated perch on a small limb above the Dwarf and watches Chester’s attempt at talking to the Gnome curiously has she digs hungrily at the contents of a nut.
“Okay,” Chester attempted again to explain, “YOU pick up the Sasquatch, or whatever, and DELIVER it to where you go… Understand?”
Higgins smiled with wide vacant eyes and nodded understandingly. Higgins looked up at the Dwarf and said “Aigh, that’s a good idea, that is!” his tone was that of a reassuring pre-school teacher responding to jibberish.
The Dwarf was straight faced and arguably harder for Chester to read than the Gnome. Chester looked up with a studying eye at the massive Dwarf whenever he said anything to the Gnome. The Dwarf never really reacted, but Chester wanted to be ready if he did.
“Look” Chester continued, “I don’t think you’re getting this… We need YOU to bring the Sasquatch to, where… or… you know- wherever it is you go… to.” Chester looked up at the Dwarf face. No
The Gnome smiled blankly and nodded.
“You’re wasting your tiiiime…” Faye yelled down from above condescendingly.
“Well I don’t know how to talk to a Gnome and tell if he’s getting it!” Chester replied looking up at Faye. Chester stiffened as he caught the Dwarf’s poster shift slightly; assumedly in defense of his friend the Gnome.
“Sorry…” Chester said, putting up an apologetic hand to the Dwarf.
Just then, the carrier deer with the tiny luxurious accommodations strapped to its underbelly came pouncing through the underbrush and stood so that the elves could exit onto a near-by tree. The tiny door swung open and O’Malley exited, straightened his top hat and smoothed his jacket. He turned and assisted O’Charles from the carriage.
O’Malley stood proud and looked up at the Dwarf “Aigh, you’re gonna hafta leave the lit’el Gnome be then.”
“What!?” Chester asked confused, having only been able to cipher a word or two from what the red-bearded elf had said.
O’Malley looked at O’Charles and they simultaneously huffed irritably annoyed by the Woodling’s lack of understanding.
Chester observed that the Dwarf had lowered his brow and was now scratching his beard in an irritated way. Vin, the Dwarf looked down at the two elves in a peculiar way. Chester quickly jumped down to where the elves were standing and hurried them back into the carriage where they could talk in private.
In a very proper way, O’Malley and O’Charles took their seats in the ‘thinking chairs’ as Chester peered concerning out the window at the large and now shifty Dwarf; the Gnome perched happily on his shoulder. The Pixie watched curiously from her perch above, now distracted from her culinary pursuits.
“Okay” Chester said, “Did you just propose that the Gnome and the…”
The door to the carriage opened timidly and Talo let himself in. “Hello.” He said awkwardly.
“Aigh, right, the whole lot of ya! Come in, then! Make yer’self at home!” O’Malley said “Why don’ we just envite the Dwarf in then tu!” O’Malley shifted in his chair irritably and O’Charles grumbled, but Chester shook the whole scene off.
“… Are you saying that the Gnome needs to separate from the Dwarf? Because I think that would be a lot to ask at this point!”
Talo braved a confirming “… I really don’t think that’s…”
“That’s the only way’t’cn happen!” The elf proclaimed, “There’n an’y uther wey!”
“That’s right, that’s right…” O’Charles confirmed.
Chester looked at Talo with worried wide eyes. Talo returned a shrug and a hint of sympathy.
There was a quiet in the carriage; the eleves’ quiet was somehow superior.
Talo broke the silence “So… How are you going to handle that, Chester?”
Chester shook his head in a desperate show of ‘I have no idea’. He turned and looked out the open window only to fall to the floor, startled.
The black scraggly beard of the Dwarf and his large eye peered in the window. His pupil narrowed as he said in a stern booming voice “That’s not going to happen!”
Chester looked up fearfully from his new home on the floor and was terrified at the sight of the Dwarf. O’Malley was unaffected and managed “Well! That’s the on’ly wy!”
To Be Continued……………