It had been several days since Crispin’s nap had been so rudely interrupted by Hermonia and Crispin would admit to being curious about the wee creature who had barged into his home. He had caught several glimpses of her when they had been out on their daily afternoon walk but the wee creature had not ventured near again. Crispin had asked Zovah several times but had gotten a non-answer answer which was highly irritating.
Crispin had woken this morning determined to seek out the wee creature and figure out what in the world was going on in the village. Breakfast was over and Crispin slipped out of the house. He knew how to be sneaky when he wanted to be and he most definitely wanted to be sneaky this morning. He knew Zovah wouldn’t miss him this morning, she was talking to Tobias and writing. Her attention would safely be elsewhere.
Crispin slipped from the house and carefully began his patrol of the village. He was ignored by villagers who seemed to ignore him completely. He wasn’t surprised this was the norm unless he was in a mood and was trying to get noticed. Today, all he wanted was to slip out of the house and spy on the wee creature.
Hermonia was completely unaware she had attracted the interest and imagination of a dragon. She was getting used to the new village and was meeting new people every day. This village was very different than the last village, here no one looked at them strangely. Hermonia never understood why people looked at her family strangely but she always knew that it occurred. Here, the villagers ignored her family like the ignored the rest of the villagers. Her family was accepted here and Hermonia was making new friends every day.
Hermonia had not lost her fascination or determination to learn all she could about dragons. The whole idea was so magical and so spectacular to her that she couldn’t get enough. Every night she dreamt of dragons, particularly Buttercup.
After breakfast, Hermonia went outside to play. She had her favorite doll with her and her stuffed lamb. The lamb went almost everywhere with her prior to moving here. She talked to the lamb constantly, after all, the lamb had been her only friend prior to moving here.
Hermonia sat down and carefully set the doll and lamb beside her so that they could see everything. Then the Daisy Fairy made an unexpected appearance.
“Morning, wee thing Hermonia” said the Daisy Fairy.
“Morning, wee thing Flavia” returned Hermonia.
Crispin had just turned the corner and he overheard the conversation. He spied the doll and lamb seated next to the wee creature. He assumed that she was talking them, but he noticed her attention was focused on the daisy directly in front of her.
Crispin decided to watch for a bit to see what he could learn about the wee creature. He curled himself into a ball and most villagers would mistakenly assume that the white ball was a village cat and not Crispin the Village Prankster.
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