Witch's Hut (Cairo II)

”HA!” Enito screeched as the frog started to dig, and Cairo aimed to chomp on the creature’s leg, but his teeth clacked together on… nothing. The frog had vanished. Like. Literally disappeared. Poof. Gone.

A flash and a shriek of accusation sent him scrambling backward to face… “What are you?!"

He hadn’t meant to yelp the words aloud, but he’d never in his three years seen a creature quite like this one. Bathwater? Vial? That was about all he really understood, the rest was a babble of… his hackles fluffed out… in fact, he was pretty sure his whole hide had just electrified, every hair standing on end at the same time Enito aimed a fresh volley of swings and aimed thwacks with his sapling stave.

Cairo tried to grab him back, but had to duck under the sapling as the angry Mandrill charged. Shit, who’d have thought the male had such a damned reckless temper.

“Sorry, lady, but—“ He dove in after the Mandrill, hoping to knock the Mandrill over before the monkey’s much more damaging smacks with the stick could really reach her, and took several thumps from his own friend’s staff before he managed to sit on the monkey and look sheepishly at the crone.

“Um. He has a temper. I’m truly sorry about the vial and the bath. But… what are you? How do we get out?”

Beneath him, the monkey fumed and wriggled.

Cairo chooses peace.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think