Puck had left Goober behind at the Retreat to continue his work with Master Tu - they both seemed good for one another - gentle companions healing through the quiet company of the other. Yes, Puck assured himself, the two would do nicely staying right where they were. Goober’s allergies had subsided, and Tu’s tremors had also calmed - all was well at the Green Leaf Nirvanic Retreat.
His attention then returned to Eve, to check in on how she had been doing. He had meant wholeheartedly to visit sooner, but so many causes and callings demanded his focus … and by the time he reached her flat he found yet another breakfast taking place, with some oddballs around her kitchen table, accompanied by their shadowy demons who were frightening the usual ghosts huddled in the corner.
Einstein aka Needles, seemed oblivious to the fanged and threatening ghouls parading in Eve’s lounge room, and he was busying himself manifesting top ups for the tea and cocoa being consumed by the fast eating elderly.
These witches, on the face of it, appeared benign - at first glance … deceptively elderly and divorced from any great power to speak of. But Puck knew better, that these sour individuals held the unfortunate contamination of those who walk the path of death. It is inevitable that the corruptive forces cannot sustain life in an ordinary way, and seek it from whatever or whoever they may. It becomes their only survival. He felt immediate concern for Eve’s welfare.
Puck made a mental note to do something soon to help her out of this dark intrusion - but what?
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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