could someone come and give this kid a trophy? Islay just watched Heath as he leaned toward her and bellowed ATTACK at her face. Her face lighting up in excitement as he gave that menacing look. Bravo kid. If she could she’d shoot a glitter cannon at him and throw him a little awards ceremony for that act.

“the Bubak, didn’t attack yet, it waited. It stood there in the field dressed as a scarecrow that seemed to be made out of bones – like someone had collected them and intended to scare even the most frightening of crows away” her voice was low and whispery as she spoke, as if she were trying to add a chill to the air with the way she spoke. “the only thing that could be heard in the field was the sound of a crying baby” of course, she had read the books and had fun with it.

After she had finished her telling she looked over to Heath and gave him a tiny thumbs up and a slight, nice job chin nod.