Prompt Word: Mug
Minervie and Chip 72
The party made its way toward Graendle the treant. There were no sightings of anything that wasn’t already part of the observed creatures. There was a minor confrontation with a particularly territorial juvenile black hart, but Minervie bound it quite expertly.
Cathy tried multiple times to talk to Chip and spark his imagination, but Chip would just reply with, “That’s silly,” and “Why would that exist?”
Eventually Jaz spoke up, “Lead, I know what you think you are doing, we all know what you think you are doing, an I don’t like it. If your cajoling succeeds, what then? Who gets hurt because of it?”
She turned on him, and saw the whole group were staring back with concern. The fear of mutiny was on her for the first time.
Seing her flush, Jaz flashed a smug mug and continued, “The way I hear it, Marc didn’t listen to the team’s concerns.”
Jaz left the rest unfinished, but a quarter of the team had been in the woods that day three months ago. Most of them were absolutely prepared to back Jaz up if their lead did not stop being reckless.
Cathy turned back to Minervie, and said, “How far?”
A deep groaning response came from a few hundred yards away, “Very close now,” the grand old treant responded.
Minervie said, “There you have it.”
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