[Continued from previous day...]
The cauldron was the birthing place for many of Jelly's creations; be it a skit, a costume or a creature. I could not enter the scene as Jellybean could. So I stood by my art table, staring down at the notebook, waiting for whatever the cauldron might produce to waft up to me.
The cauldron, from what I could tell at this distance, was bubbling happily. Even so, the bubbles that were rising up from its roiling surface were not traveling far before bursting. It would certainly be a while before any of them rose high enough to reach me in my loft.
Thus, having an unexpected interlude, I left to go grab the breakfast I still hadn't eaten. When I returned, I was expecting to see the beginning of one of Jellybean's skits. Instead, I was surprised to see that I had an unexpected visitor.
[To be continued...]
- Tessla Queen, Envoy to Other Realms
Copyright 2009 Tessla Queen
