Prompt Word: Brain
Minervie and Chip 22
Minervie looked Greandle the treant in their darkest pit, where she presumed their vision is. “Now your brain is back, my request is quite simple. Who name bound you?”
“Is THAT what you are after?” the treant squeaked mirthfully. “Chip did, I thought you knew that. Wait, you were there, how did you not know this?”
Minervie took a step back, “Wait, what?”
“The first time you introduced Chip and Me,” Greandle continued, “You said to Chip, ‘This is the grand old treant of the gathering wood’ and some other things, then Chip looks up at me, and says, ‘Nice to meet you Greandle treant.’ Mistake or no, I grew seven feet that night.”
Minervie kneeled on her own haunches, deep in thought, “That does explain some things, I guess. Did he accidentally name anybody else?”
Greandle squeaked in a spooky way for bit too long, “Not that I’ve heard.”
Minervie stood up again, “What does that tone of yours mean that your words don’t say?”
“Accidentally, you specified. I have not heard of any naming either way, but others know I was name bound, and Chip enjoys chatting with us monsters of the wood. … Now about that damage.”
Minervie came over to inspect Greandle’s midsection, “It is healing well on its own.”
“You said you’d fix my damage, witch of the wood,” Greandle groaned.
“Now, now, patience. It will be done tomorrow,” Minervie tittered, “and I’ll have Chip do the fixing himself.”
At that, Minervie turned on her heel, and walked back home. Greandle, creaked uneasily.
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