User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-30014014-20180105220415/@comment-30014014-20180109221831

''Alex, taking a few steps backward, joins her hands together, a hint of glamour between. She stops and turns right side at 90 degrees. A burst of glamour erupts from between her fingers separating, a reaction to her movement. Her spell was ready, her shoulders briefly rising, then lowering in a typical shrug of contentement'' "Good enough for me".

''Her stomach inflates and deflates slightly faster than usual. She anticipated it. The surrounding land respond to her hand movement, the immediate air around her yielding to her will. Soon, small flows of ethereal energy begin to seep down where her left palm is pointed at, like ponds to cater to birds of small animals. Their accumulation, a swirl of differientated color from pink to purple, all tumultuous untli her other hand rises in a cut gesture, calling the tempest below to obey.''

''It does, and ceases its turmoil, stabilized with ephemeral glyphs spinning in the opposite pattern. It was ready to be used. Instantly, Alex makes another spur, this time, of a different color. A very precise one, and drops it into the churning pit of color. It reacts, the color dropped tainting the pond of liquid ether. It briefly contests the shade before stabilizing a second time.''

''Shapes from the air, seemingly out of nowhere appear in a puzzle fashion and dive into the pond. Constructing. A cupboard. A piece of table. Part of a kitchen sink. Anything a kitchen had was constructed in shapes only, save for a stack of cookies on the table, they appeared fully and edible.''

''Based on what was brought forth, it can be device that the fool was indeed in the kitchen. What for? A different line of shapes, much more complex than the lifeless tools to bring forth a segment of the kitchen, started accumulating beside the table. From the bottom to the top, a figure appeared, stitched over and more elaborate with the passing seconds, as well as one in midair, thought much smaller than the primary one.''

''Then did the colors pour over the figure and the small one, distinguishing the two. One bears a rather intrusive mask featuring an exaggerated grin with two oval lids, painted in pink and violet, much like Alex. The other, a tiny insect with wings flapping with protest.''

"What do you mean, you're not the one who ate them?" ''asks the first figure, now identified as the fool of the court, his hands clearly sprayed open toward the table, where the mountain of cookies stood. His answer came in the form of outraged flapping from the butterfly who flew by a mere  meters from him. ''

The fool places one of his hand on his waist and points at his tiny companion, Gladus in an accusationary tone "Don't try to deflect this, tiny man! It can't be Alex because she's not even here! She's bringing gifts to the Jaghunds right now, gifts, that I just realied are missing by one! It can't be me, because I just made them after you 'helped' yourself with the last plate".

Gladus continues to flap, this time in a altered manner, well aware that neither it nor the fool were home. "No, no, no! Don't try to change the subject! Look, it's fine if you ate them, I can makde more. But don't go off sneaking yourself to them and them trying to pretend that someone else did. We're all alone here. Me, you, my dear Alex, my good friend Marcus, his first first wife Samia, his..."

The fool had been turning around, trying to prove his companion that they were alone, only now seeing that something wasn't quite right." HOld on, hold on". He turns to Gladus "You're here..." Then himself  "I'm here..." His eyeless mask turns to Marcus "Marcus' here? And Samia? Eva? And his new wife--and I'm no longer home, am I?"

''His answer came in the form of his disappearing kitchen, leaving him in a room unfamiliar, yet oddly hospitable. Gladus had just saved the plate of cookies from going back. ''