I’ve almost caught up! —————————————————
DAY SEVEN: Barbra made her way to the sticky swamp to gain audience with the Swamp Queen. Unless she had any other ideas, Barbra would be making a risky move. The Swamp Queen was a slimy, sly creature who helped nobody else but herself.
Barbra hated the swamp, the puce green lakes that sprouted up out of nowhere and the pesky little swamp critters that seemingly only lived to cause mischief and mayhem.
Shaking swamp slime off the bottom on her shoe, Barbra stood before the queen as she perched on her throne, which was actually just a big rock in Barbra’s opinion. Barbra opened her mouth to start explaining, but before she could get past the introductions the Swamp Queen interrupted her.
“I know who you are and why you’re here woodland warlock”, her voice was deceptively sweet and innocent, if Barbra closed her eyes she would see a young, if not a bit bossy, girl with gentle features and soft curly hair, not the grey-green frog like creature that was presenting itself before her.
The Swamp Queen had taken Barbra’s silence as confusion and she squealed with glee at the thought of causing even the slightest bit of disarray. This caused Barbra to bristle, “do you know where I could find the Fair Folk?”
“Will you tell me?” “No”, the Swamp Queen replied, along with revelling in the frustration playing across Barbra’s face, giggling manically.
The sound was unnerving and it wasn’t long before the swamp critters had joined in with their Queen’s manic laughter.
“I can see you’re nothing but a child playing dress up, I’ll find help elsewhere”, Barbra said as she stared in to the milky eyes of the Queen. Anger suddenly flashed across her face and she leapt up onto the back of her throne, “go to land where the stars walk with the willows, you’ll find help there warlock. Be warned, the Swamp Queen doesn’t take lightly to insults warlock”.
With that, Barbra didn’t hesitate to leave as she prayed to the angel that the Swamp Queens words were exactly just that; words.