by Indigo » 12/22/2010 12:32 AM
((I'm sorry that this seems to be coming out as mostly talking--do you have any ideas for a more definite plot? I don't intend to be boring.))
Watching the mad Fellox roll in the mud, Mustard chuckled to himself. "Well, I doubt you'd die. Assuming, of course, that the ear was sewn on properly and quickly...but based upon your companion's reaction, I wouldn't count on that. Anyway, I'd rather keep my own ear, troublesome though it is." He realized, of course, that it was futile to try to have a reasonable conversation with someone such as she, but he was compelled to do so by some innate politeness. That, and it was very amusing.
"Your friend...or charge, as the case may be...has great entertainment value," he commented, though he was still watching the mad one. "As to the rotting, there's something in the resurrection spell that takes care of that. I have some minor decay problems, though, which is why the stitches are necessary. After all, I had already begun to decompose by the time the necromancers got to me; I have been dead for nearly six hundred years, and alive for twenty before that." Mustard did not think it at all strange to be discussing his own decomposition, his death, or the persons responsible for his current state of being. At home--his current home, which was much stranger than his original one--people spoke of odder things on a regular basis; he knew one or two that rambled on about their own little worlds, and one was actually from another reality.
He bent down obligingly at the Fellox's command. "If I were to guess at it, I would say it would be better to do the spell with the ear already in place--after the stitches, that is." And this was, indeed, a guess, because Mustard had as much experience with healing spells as a goat has with quantum physics. A resurrection spell is not at all the same thing, being concerned more with reanimation than damage repair, and he'd never considered its helpfulness in his peculiar case.
Although in the slightly bizarre position of having his ear reattached, he nonetheless attempted to make conversation. "Pardon me, but I don't believe I caught your name? I generally go by Mustard."
What are you looking at?