"As future hymarian of this dynasty, I feel
it necessary to begin tending to some of my father's duties so I may
be ready to rule one dey," Kreelos replies.
"Commendable, but why this wind pod?"
"I have not seen a single pruner tend to this lonely patch of
one in deys, sentinel. I am lead to believe that magic is its caregiver,"
Kreelos says in a confrontational manner.
"It does not concern me!" Erelta replies as he looks away.
"Does it not concern you enough to even look?" Kreelos barks.
"It is true, I have not seen any of Berakis' pruners in deys,
but I am committed to protecting the wind pod at all costs. My curiosity
is secondary, if at all," Erelta says, nestling back into his watchful
form.
"Such a wind pod would be considered priceless since many have
tried to magically create a wind pod and have failed. A wind pod of
this magnitude is unique. How can you be sure the wind pod or its flower
is still there and not already pilfered?" Kreelos says tenderly
as he crawls inside the tsaranis tree.
"My armor would have shaken with just the slightest nibble of
a hungry jannex mite. You have been dangling around these parts for
the last few deys hoping to think of a way to trick me into giving you
the infamous Berakis Wind Pod, haven't you? It is not yours, or even
mine for me to give even if I wanted to. Even if you are the prymarian
of this dynasty, you may not have it," Erelta shouts to the boy
still inside the tree.
"I know
I already have it!" Kreelos calls out from the
innards of the tree.
"What!" Erelta turns around in a heated panic. His armor
pings and pangs from his shuffling about. When he finally looks underneath
his shell, all that is there is a large hole. He glances down inside,
sees that a tunnel has been bur-rowed, and the wind pod gone! Erelta
immediately dives into the hole.
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