Elf Life

Posted Sat 11-07-09

Ryley and Val hover over the body of the injured wiseguy elf.

RYLEY:

Oh, let's put him down, Val. Instead of dragging him to the tent, we'll take care of him right here. It can't be good for his head the way it keeps bouncing on the ground.

VAL:

OK! I've got the bag! What do we need? The saw? The ballpeen hammer?

Baughb hovers into view.

RYLEY:

Oh, hey! Hello, Baughb!

VAL:

Hi, sweetie!

BAUGHB:

Don't take this the wrong way, but what do you two think you're doing here?

VAL:

We're your new medics!

RYLEY:

We're tired of dancing in seedy Hollow-Wood dives, pretending to be faeries.

BAUGHB:

I know. Faeries pretending to be elves pretending to be faeries.

RYLEY:

Shh! You know there aren't any faeries anymore. Everybody knows that.

Baughb grimaces while the two girls try to minister to the injured elf.

RYLEY:

Wrap that bandage around his head, Val. No, his head!

VAL:

Well, it keeps slipping! How does this stuff work, anyway?

BAUGHB:

I'm afraid you girls are going to have to make an unpleasant choice, one way or another. I figured you two would have already gone into hiding. I guess you haven't heard the rumor.

Ryley and Val keep working; it takes a moment before the bad news registers.

BAUGHB:

Glynhial is back.

RYLEY:

That's it. Now tape --

The faeries react; Val pulls out too much tape.

RYLEY:

That -- that's not possible. Buh - buh - buh - Baughb can't be right.

VAL:

Ruh - Ryley, I'm about to scream.

RYLEY:

Me, too, Val.

VAL:

You first or me?