Motoring on
Yup, the next chapter is going to be some birbie silliness from the gossip gang.
Gossip (I)
“Well, I think something is going on,” said SkekEkt the Ornamentalist.
“Well, I think you’re right,” SkekAyuk the Gourmand returned.
“And I think you’ve both picked up a case of head-crawlies,” said SkekOk the Scroll-Keeper, flicking a bit of crawlie that had in fact just gone flying from SkekAyuk’s head (more specifically, their mouth) off of the blotter on their desk.
“It’s the Castle of the Crystal,” wheezed SkekLach the Collector into their handkerchief. They spit into it for good measure, then crumpled it in their talons, stuffing it indifferently away in one of their thousand pockets. SkekOk wondered why they bothered; in a few moments it would be coming right back out again. The Collector had been haunted by a constant cough for at least the last five unum. “There’s always some foolishness afoot.”