Madly trying to follow the reams of paper dropped on the floor when Mithadan had fallen, Bęthberry valiantly attempted to guide and direct the presentation of awards in order to distract the frantic audience from any malfeasiance that had been played out. So far, it had worked, with several more Downies being presented.
Then, she saw Cami push a wobbly Mithadan out towards the front of the auditorium. Bęthberry ran towards him, quite relieved to see him less dead than he had been at their last meeting. She ran towards him, wondering if he needed any of her herbal remedies or if he was in need of yet another healing ritual. There was a swimming pool behind the auditorium and surely he would know how to swim?
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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