posted on Sep, 11 2017 @ 02:36 PM
Light filtered slowly through the clouds and gently engulfed Shed Land with a slight hue of orange and red. The owls slowly went to their nests after
a quick ruffle of feathers and the eagles slowly started to awaken. Night eyes closed and day eyes opened. The sound in the forest became less
threatening as all the other night creatures headed to their dens.
Driver walked dejectedly through the dragons' cave after having ascended 10 flights of stairs roughly and unevenly hewn into the rock at a slow and
painful pace. The smell that filled his nostrils was a combination of various foul-smelling substances that he couldn't or didn't want to place.
"Just keep going, it'll be over soon." he muttered to himself. As he walked past the dragons, not a single one stirred. Their breathing was slow,
rhythmic and gentle, interspersed with the odd rumble here and there. "Bloody ungrates!" he whispered.
He exited the dragon cave making as little noise as possible and headed past The Shed on his way home but instead of walking quietly, his feet made a
conspicuous sound. A kind of "Shlup...shlup....shlup...shlup...."
Rounding the corner hoping to meet no-one on his way home he could suddenly feel eyes burning him. He looked cautiously around and sitting on the
bench outside The Shed was a naked Celtic female staring at him. She was drinking a beer and apparently cleaning and sharpening her sword in between
gulps. Covered in red body-paint which did nothing to soften the anger in her eyes, she glared menacingly at him. "Wuttya mekkin so much noise fer, ya
stinking pile of...." The Celt looked back at her beer and then back at Driver. The anger in her eyes turned to surprise.
"Fear not dear lady, no pixie has spiked your drink." Driver assured her. He shone from head to foot. The colour was hard to describe but it was a
shimmering blend of all the colours of the rainbow which gave the effect of looking like he was a computer generated animation on steroids. Various
shades of turquoise, red, green and blue, some fluorescent, some duller in tone, ran like a flowing river over his exterior. The colours blended,
separated, effervesced, subsided and re-ignited in a weirdly psychedelic display. The stuff actually coating his body however, did not move an
"I like a lady that drinks in the morning but please do not be alarmed. I had latrine duty again. This time dragon latrine! I have no idea what they
eat but the lower levels do not require a lantern or torch, their excrement glows in the dark, regurgitated bones too! Can I get a beer too before I
go home and ditch this so-called protective clothing which doesn't really work?"
The Celt smiled slowly, beckoned him to sit next to her and produced a full tankard of refreshing ale, as if from nowhere. He sat down in the downwind
place next to her and gratefully accepted the tankard and drank thirstily from it.
"Come here often do you?" Driver enquired politely.
"Before you start getting fresh with me, you might like to finish that beer quickly and take a bath or three...."
Sensing hostility again, it was just an honest and innocent question, he downed the ale in one, thanked her politely and walked home, stinking of
stinky things. Besides, the sword looked sharp and close to hand.
"I hate dragon latrine duty...." he lamented and shlupped his way further to his tree-house deep in the forest where the smell would bother no one at