Selective Forgetfulness

Charley chortled her high-pitched giggles pulling hard at the fur on the great Azlan's brow. She had two compact fistfuls and was using them to steady herself as she clambered up his face to the top of his head.

She lost her grip and bounced down toppling over into his left flank where she tried to grasp his muscular tail that was agitatedly flicking side to side.

She crawled back around to his face and proceeded to pull on his eyelashes when Puck plucked her off him.

The Azlan waited until her father had parked Charlene under the cherry tree amongst some of her favourite toys, now seated in an invisible playpen. All of them could speak (by enchantment of course) and this amused her sufficiently.

"What is it you are wanting my dear Puck today?" the Azlan asked - already knowing the answer but requiring him to say it for himself.

"I want Marley to be able to see me again, and remember having done so." He realized as he was saying this that his voice sounded a little whingey.

"Ahh" said the Azlan, "you Puck, originally began this game of forgetfulness by casting a glamour over her mind in the first place.

“That which you do not like now, you created then. Selective forgetfulness is a very tricky business - you can't just go turning it off and on again - and then on and off again," he repeated for added emphasis.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series