A Tisket A Tasket - Part 3
Each queue moved with a tenuous slither across the golden tiles of the Magician's Hall. Spiritedly darting amongst the masses, Chatter looked anxiously for his master, Ajax Hosseltassle, who would be one of many Lesser Magicians on any other day. It was with great elation, that Chatter saw Ajax at the head of a long, winding group, head down, in formal dress, about to receive his ornamentation that would be the first step in his High Magician's Inauguration.
A faint, elliptical corona emanated from his left and right wrists, the first step in any typical ornamentation. What followed next was less than ordinary. Each blinding ring extended towards the top of his hat, to the floor and formed two slowly rotating rings around the receiver. Revolving deliberately, if one was close enough, they would hear an echoing hum, shrill enough to make hairs stand on end. Chatter squinted in disbelief. In all the years he'd seen inaugurations, it was a marvel to see the man he'd served for so many years finally achieve his life's dream.
The whirling rings obscured what Chatter could see of Ajax. The transformation was not immediate, but he could make out the subtle color shift in his robes. He would start that it was a deep hunter's green, but then he would recall it had shifted to a dark violet sheen and from that violet sheen it settled into a bustling lemonesque eyesore which remained for what seemed to be several minutes before finally landing on a shattered crimson. Slowly, very slowly, the rings settled too and dissipated into starlight specks all a-glitter on the magnificent tiles of the Hall floor. Ajax stepped up towards the iron throne and Chatter drew a deep breath of excitement, for it was finally the moment he'd been preparing for ever since he'd known he'd be the High Magician's familiar.
Standing in front of the iron throne, the newly ornamented magician called for his familiar in the formal tone. "Von Dox Chatter, I meet you this day. What is your tribute?" Ajax said clearly, and although it spread from the closest ear to the farthest reaches of the Hall's corners, it was not loud in the slightest. Chatter bounded forward, the tiles still glittering from sacrament, and met his master's gaze below the dais of the High Magician's Seat.
"This I bring as tribute for you, Ajax Hossletassle, first in the line of Hossletassle High Magicians." Chatter said, clearly proud of his master's accomplishment. Reaching behind his familiar's robes, the small frog drew forth his gift...
A faint, elliptical corona emanated from his left and right wrists, the first step in any typical ornamentation. What followed next was less than ordinary. Each blinding ring extended towards the top of his hat, to the floor and formed two slowly rotating rings around the receiver. Revolving deliberately, if one was close enough, they would hear an echoing hum, shrill enough to make hairs stand on end. Chatter squinted in disbelief. In all the years he'd seen inaugurations, it was a marvel to see the man he'd served for so many years finally achieve his life's dream.
The whirling rings obscured what Chatter could see of Ajax. The transformation was not immediate, but he could make out the subtle color shift in his robes. He would start that it was a deep hunter's green, but then he would recall it had shifted to a dark violet sheen and from that violet sheen it settled into a bustling lemonesque eyesore which remained for what seemed to be several minutes before finally landing on a shattered crimson. Slowly, very slowly, the rings settled too and dissipated into starlight specks all a-glitter on the magnificent tiles of the Hall floor. Ajax stepped up towards the iron throne and Chatter drew a deep breath of excitement, for it was finally the moment he'd been preparing for ever since he'd known he'd be the High Magician's familiar.
Standing in front of the iron throne, the newly ornamented magician called for his familiar in the formal tone. "Von Dox Chatter, I meet you this day. What is your tribute?" Ajax said clearly, and although it spread from the closest ear to the farthest reaches of the Hall's corners, it was not loud in the slightest. Chatter bounded forward, the tiles still glittering from sacrament, and met his master's gaze below the dais of the High Magician's Seat.
"This I bring as tribute for you, Ajax Hossletassle, first in the line of Hossletassle High Magicians." Chatter said, clearly proud of his master's accomplishment. Reaching behind his familiar's robes, the small frog drew forth his gift...
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