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MERSTORY Ch8 -167


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This is something that I'll have to do by myself.
Aqua wanted strongly to come along,
but the terrain just would not permit it.


So with nothing but what I could carry,
with only a stick and my bolo,
I put my life entirely into some stranger's hands.


Or lack of hands, as the case may be.


If I'm going to die out here,
I was prepared to take a couple of birds down with me.


 


I trundle into the dim jungle canopy
and call out "Eeeey-yo?"


The HARPY PRINCE jumps out from the undergrowth
crashing in front of me with his wide wings outretched.
I don't even flinch nor reach for a weapon.
His smug face pinches even more in satisfaction.


"Eeee-yo," he replies in actually pleasant baritone.


I stare back at him with narrowed eyes.
As if I didn't have enough reasons to dislike you,
you handsome winner at life.
With my tinny voice I shout back "Yo-de-le eeey yo!"


"Yo-de-le eeeey yooo!" he echoes back.


"Ey yoh!"


"Ey yoh!"


Then, almost screaming "EEEEEEEEY YOH!"


He responds "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY YOH!",
holding the high note clearer and for much longer.


 


I sigh and slump in defeat. 


He titters at my reaction, putting a wing over his mouth
like some pampered young lady.


"Whatever man, just take me to your leader."


"(I lead,)" he says.
"(Elders call. You follow.)"


 


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