Silkie

It was a blustery day outside, which was totally normal for a lightning clan, when an odd thing occured.

..."Where'd this guy come from?" Were the first words that he heard as he opened his eyes.
Winter, jumped back in shock as he asked "what guy?"
"What the??... How?" was all Winter could say
Both of them stared awkwardly at each other, blinking with mutual confusion. Silkie was the first to break the silence,
"um, where am I?" he asked
"You're at the Sylphina clan" She answered
"How did I get here?" He inquired.
".... Well... I ... uh... I made you." she answered, stuttering, in disbelief.
"What? What do you mean, you made me?" He asked in an equally disbelieving tone.
"I.. made.. you.. but, I don't understand how you are... alive?"
"Lady, you are not making any sense! Of course I'm alive... How else would I be talking to you?? What I still don't understand is how I got here"
"Well, I am not sure what to say! I made you. You are a toy. I quilted you. What I still don't understand is how you seem to have become sentient" She said in answer.
"WHAT?!?! What are you on about? A TOY?!?! Did you happen to eat any funny looking mushrooms, lately, by any chance?"
"YES, A TOY! And NO, I am NOT hallucinating.. Or I don't think I am... Here, look for yourself!" Rather annoyed by his accusation, she shoved a mirror at him.
Silkie looked in the mirror. He was shocked at what he saw in the reflection... "but.. no.. but.. NO this CAN"T be!! I don't understand... that's NOT me! Are you playing some kind of sick twisted game with me???" He looked towards Winter, with a mixed look of horror, shock, confusion and a bit of anger.
"no" was simply her reply.
They both stayed silent for a length of time, trying to get a grasp on the situation, as he just kept staring at his reflection.
Winter finally spoke up. "You speak as if you came from somewhere else. Do you? Come from somewhere else, I mean? She asked
"Yes." He said. "I come from....." he stopped, "uh... I come from... I know where I come from... I come from..." but as hard as he might, he just could not remember. "I can't remember, but I KNOW I came from somewhere warm"
"Well, you're here now, somehow... in doll form, but still here.. Do you happen to remember your name, at least, by any chance?"
"...Ssss.. SILKIE" he seemed to suddenly remember
"Ok. Silkie, I don't know what has happened, but I am going to talk to the elders and see where to go from here. Stay here until I return." She turned and walked out.
After a while, Winter returned.
"SOOOOOO, ummmm... First of all, GOOD NEWS!! The elders have extended their welcome, if you'd like to stay.... Uh, and, FUNNY STORY... although I don't know how YOU ended up in my doll, I know how it was possible... SEEEEE I found this really cool purple polkadotted fabric in a room that's kind of off limits.. It holds things that... well, have been confiscated for one reason or another... and wellll, it was just sitting there.. I thought it was probably confiscated because nobody thought it was as neat as I did, or maybe they misplaced it... buuuuut it turns out that it was confiscated from a traveling pair of dragons who weren't so... well they weren't so respectable, let's just say... One of them was from a plague clan and kind of evil and the other was from arcane and in love with the other and together they were peddling magic fabric that was supposed to channel a dragon back from the brink of exaltation.. Only, because, there was no proper ritual to channel and bring back anyone SPECIFIC, I guess it just brought back the closest, newest soul to perish.... aaaaand I apparently that was YOU!.. YAY! Lucky you! haha" she sputtered and laughed nervously.
"WHAT???" Silkie, wasn't sure he heard her right, "you mean.. I DIED!?!"
"uh huh" she answered meekishly
"...and you... YOU!!! You brought me back to life... IN DOLL FORM.... because you stole magic fabric to make a doll with!?!?!?!"
"uh huh... but.. I mean, on the bright side, you're alive!" she said as optimistically as she could
"IN A DOLL'S BODY!!" he shouted in frustration, "WHAT am I even supposed to do with that??"
"um.. OH, I KNOW.." she perked up, "You could work in the nursery!! You'd be PERFECT for the job!!"
"the nursery?" he said unenthusiastically, "because I'm a doll, now, right?! I'd be PEEEERRRFEECT for the NUUURRRSERRRY!" he mocked, "NO!! No I would NOT be perfect for the nursery.. I don't even like kids"
"So you rememebered you don't like kids. That's something!" Winter said, grasping at straws, to lighten the mood.
"... Well, no, not really... but I don't think I like kids. Plus, it would be SOOOOO cliché' for me to work in a nursery." He said
"Oh.." Winter went on "The least you could do is give it a shot!"
Silkie sighed, "I can't believe this. I died and instead of going to serve one of the lords, I end up in a doll... And now, apparently, I'm going to try working in a nursery." he pondered out loud. More quietly he assumed, "I'm going to get drooled on, aren't I!?!"
"A LOT" Winter confirmed.
Resigned to his new life and body, all he could respond with was (sigh) "Where is this nursery?"
Winter led him to a cavern covered in wall drawings and filled with hatchlings. He took a deep breath and took his first step into this new, unexpected, journey.
Written by winterprism (#170080)