MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%
"Because I toldja where to go," Imp scoffed loudly. He was waddling along behind, with an odd shuffling gait consisting of the thrust of short hind legs, and the drag of long, winged forelimbs. His squat, gargoyle-like body dragged behind him his ridged alligator's tail, his permanently-grinning face peering around.
"Well, this is it. You can eat here, I guess, or try your magic out. Posies out of butts or whatever sorta magick sorcerer you're gonna be," he added, grinning.
I still don't know what 'squiffy' means but I think she just made that up, and who cares, anyway.
Imp hauled himself into the jungle a bit further, then turned, spreading short and stubby wings and flap-leaping up onto a tree trunk. He hauled himself up, and then out onto a sturdy branch, where he settled down to laze. "So what's your plans?" he asked idly, stretching out and yawning. It had been a long walk, and he hated walking. It was time to rest, now, and to chat. The sheep, he saw, was already doing the "resting" bit, her rump flat on the ground.
He wondered if she'd turn out to be just boring, like the rest, sitting and eating and pooping and doing little else, or if she'd turn out to be as fun as he'd hoped... as mischievous.
@Peggy