Following the fairy to the end of the dark street, she stops in front of a gully cover. Waving her wand she removes the lid and starts going down.
Grog was anything but delighted about their underground journey, while Sasha felt quite at home in the cave like environment. “Where does the tunnel lead to?” she asks. “Have some patience, will you?” the fairy says. “None paying clients are always the worst” she mumbles to herself.
“So if you are a fairy, can you make my wing grow back?” “Ah, I am afraid that is beyond my abilities. However, there might be other solutions. Let me make you a suggestion, I can grant you one wish or I can help you find what you lost,” the fairy says.
“Only one wish? And I cannot wish for a second wing?” Grog asks. “That´s correct” the fairy replies. “What kind of fairy are you if you cannot fulfill a wish? I thought that is the purpose of fairies?” grumbles Grog. “Well, I am what I am. So take it or leave it,” the fairy snaps back at Grog and starts turning away from him. “Make up your mind,” Sasha hisses at Grog. “The night is almost over and we are still no closer in finding your wing!”
After another moment of thought and seeing his reflection in a puddle of water, Grog forgets about his ego and starts jumping after the fairy who is slowly flying down the street. “ Alright, alright! Keep your wish, but I want your help, if you say you can help” he barks at her. The fairy turns around and smiles at them. “Alright, follow me.”
Still playing catch up with the inktober drawings. Was a bit stuck with the story and still not quite sure where it will go. Any inspiration is welcome. Have a great week everyone!
With everyone stunned and distracted by the transformation of the dog, Sasha and Grog seize their chance and run. Grog darts out the door first and starts running down the street like he never ran before. Sasha flaps her wings trying to keep up with him.
They only stop when they are both completely out of breath.
Once recovered, they start looking around, only to realize that they are even more lost than before. Nothing looks familiar. Even the buildings in their shape and form look different from before.
Grog froze when he saw the dog standing at the door. Should he fight him and then try to make a run? The dog was slightly bigger than him. Grog was calculating his chances.
“Get out of the way!” Sasha yells at Grog from behind. In a swift movement, Sasha snatches the magician´s wand out of his hand and points it at the dog.
Meanwhile Grog climbs up another pile of boxes to look at what is inside. The top box tips and its content comes crashing down. Grog finds himself buried in a mountain of scallops.
Melanie Franz 