Enigma meets Emma
Today would begin the same way most days for Enigma began. Waking up in her cozy little hut, with Fred snuggled close.
Next, she'd roll out of bed, and put on her favorite outfit - a green bodysuit with a cute red hip pouch (she swore the green brought out the color in her eyes). Once dressed, she would have the same exact snack for breakfast (fried mushrooms) before bounding out of the house to find whatever task needed her attention.
On her way out, she would grab her staff, the Caduceus of Hermes Trismegistus, gifted to her by the messenger god personally. Because she was Lightborn, she had no real need for the staff, but it made a fabulous walking stick and often glowed at night (which is REALLY useful in the Runiverse).
Her and Fred set off towards the Chronomancer's Riviera in search of sandworms (they make a great gift for goblins). Though she rarely made it to her intended destination, she was doubly set on making sure it happened today.
See, she had befriended the entirety of Goblin Town (everyone needs a good healer, alright??) and had taken quite a fancy to visiting often. She would bring them their favorite snack, sand worms, and listen to them excitedly talk about their strange little goblin lives.
Enigma hadn't made it all too far before she stumbled upon a fresh camp site. Who would be camping this close to her hut?? She had done a great job hiding her home (a lot of bad guys like to kidnap healers apparently) and the thought of being tracked sent shivers down her swamp witch spine.
It was quite a strange camp! There was an odd red and white object sitting next to the fire pit, along with what she could only surmise was a big jug of water?
"Um, hello?? Is anyone here? Are you hurt, do you need help?" Enigma called out in front of her. With each word, Fred hopped around and squeaked, as if he was trying to mimic her.
"Um yes, hi sorry, just a second!!" A strangely familiar voice called back from the brush. A few awkward minutes of silence was immediately followed by about 15 minutes of rustling from the brush.
Eventually, a young swamp witch stumbled out, adjusting her green battle dress, the likes of which Enigma had never seen. Upon further inspection, this swamp witch didn't have green skin...it was...pink? And why the heck did she look like her?? Was this her sister?? Did she even have a sister? Did it even matter??
"I've never seen a pink swamp witch before!! You're beautiful!!" Enigma's jaw gaped open as her mind raced with the implications.
"Um hi!!" The lady giggled, taking a moment to observe Enigma before speaking again.
"I'm not a swamp witch!! I'm a Swamp Dawg! My name's Emma and I'm from Cumbahland!" Her voice was kind and calming, and dripped heavy with an unfamiliar accent.
Swamp...dog?? What the heck? Cumbuhlen? What language was this lady speaking?! Enigma couldn't help but think that it was like looking in a funhouse mirror, only instead of looking fat or wobbly, it made her look...like a gosh dang hot dog in seaweed!
"Oh no!! Did I say something to upset you? I'm wicked sorry! Ya know, I gotta big mouth and I just keep tawlkin' and it never stops..." Emma droned on, though it wasn't painful to listen to her, what with that delightful accent.
Enigma immediately began to relate in more ways than she was comfortable admitting, even subconsciously. Who was this strange being, why was she camping in Enigma's front yard, and what on earth was that accent?
Stay tuned for Chapter 2 to find out :)
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Best friend squad!!
Today would start like any other day for Enigma, waking up with a smile in her tiny, but tidy, hut somewhere in the woods of the Fey.
“Good morning, lovely Fred, did you sleep well?” The lovely swamp witch asked, sitting up and stretching in her little bed. Though he couldn’t speak, Fred managed to eke a squeak of joy as he mimicked Enigma’s morning stretch routine.
“Oh good!! You’ll need your energy, do you know what today is?” Enigma asked, her eyes sparkling with pure joy.
“Squeak? SQUEAK!!!” Fred started hopping with more intensity as he did indeed realize what today was.
“That’s right!! LETTER DAY!! YAAAAAAAAAAAY!” Enigma scooped up Fred and started dancing around the house, using magic to clean up what little mess may have survived through the night.
Now, Letter Day was the day for Enigma. The entire year had been spent preparing for this day. Making sure she had enough kobold snacks (they were not fond of her mushrooms), that she had filtered enough drinking water, and most importantly…parchment and ink!!
Two of her best friends (the strongest Ghost Eaters in the Runiverse!) Trollin and Kobold, would be stopping by for snacks and to write letters of encouragement to their friends across the Runiverse.
When the three of them got together, they were literally a non-stop force of love, acceptance, and hugs. The world literally became a kinder place in their presence. Also it didn’t hurt that they had the squishiest, most huggable faces in the entire world!!
Enigma and Fred spent the morning ignoring their usual routine decorating the hut, and getting ready for company. Prepping snacks for wizard and familiar alike, making sure there was plenty of comfy sitdown space, and the like.
Eventually, the time that she had been waiting for with great anticipation had finally arrived.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
A loud, rhythmic banging came from the front door, quickly followed by a muffled bonk.
“Trollin! You only have to knock once!” A voice said from outside, causing Enigma to burst into giggles.
KNOCK!
“Yeah! Just like-”
KNOCK!
“No! Too ma-”
KNOCK!
“Ugh. Why do I even bot-”
KNOCK!
Not being able to handle being away from her besties any longer, Enigma threw open the door and scooped both kobolds up in a huge hug.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!! BEST FRIEND TIME!” The three sang out in unison amidst their bearsnake hug.
“Omg Enigma, we were so excited to see you! We brought presents and I brought Skamps and…” Kobold (who was a kobold both in name and race) rambled on, as Trollin rolled his eyes and stepped inside.
“So this year, I have a whole list of folks who have NEVER received Enigmafirmations, and I think it’s high time we change some lives!” Trollin said, whipping out a very long scroll filled to the brim with random names.
Trollin and Kobold quickly made themselves at home, releasing their familiars to do their own thing, as well as munching snacks and just overall catching up. These three could talk about nothing and everything for days if fate would allow them.
Thankfully, Enigma was fabulous at keeping the crew on track, and it wouldn’t be long before the trio was fiercely scribbling away at letters of encouragement. The messages varied in detail, but remained the same.
They were amazing for making it this far, and had such an impact on those around them, and that they were seen, heard and loved.
Enigma was famous for enchanting her letters to grant small wishes (such as specific snacks, a glass of cold water, etc), while Kobold and Trollin were…well, infamous for their enchantments.
Random things like sticks, rocks, scraps of cloth would be summoned when you opened a letter from one of those two. (Funnily enough, these three would bring about the concept of “Trick or Treat” to the Runiverse in the coming years).
The one thing you need to know about kobolds is that while they may be a bit bumbly, they are loyal, fiercely devoted, and seriously good friends. So even though they may have missed the mark with execution from time to time (heck, so did Enigma, if not even more often) they were quite lovable, and the best family a swamp witch could ask for.
The entire day went by so fast, much to the trio’s chagrin. But for that day, the Fey was filled with love, kindness and support on a level that was only felt on this day each year.
Before they knew it, the sun had set, and all the letters had finally been written.
“Whew, I think this might be our most successful year yet, Eni!! I wrote over 100 letters today!” Kobold said, standing from the table, admiring his pile of letters.
“Agreed!! This was the first year any of our letters were addressed to the penguins up north! I hope they like them, I’ve been wanting to go visit for so long now!” Enigma said, stacking the letters in a small basket by the front door.
“Well, we must be on our way, we had so much fun!!” Trollin exclaimed, hugging the swamp witch tight and gathering his things.”Now, you have to come to us for winter celebrations! I won’t take no for an answer, the entire family is waiting to meet you!”
Enigma hugged, squeezed and loved her friends, helping them gather things and escorting them to her front porch.
“Fred and I should have these in the post by the end of the day tomorrow, and you know we’ll be there for the holidays!!” Enigma said, opening the door and letting her guests out.
“Take care, and see you in a few months!” Enigma waved as her besties wandered down the little path, taking them away from her tiny, but tidy hut in the middle of the Fey.
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