Tuesday And a Half
Dear Diary,
I slip-walk through the icy caverns, careful to stay out of the ice rapids while training my eyes on the dark underwater blob that is Dare.
“Sammy, I need you. Now.” The golden marble rolls out of my pocket and down my arm. From there, he transforms into his scepter shape. I point him toward the ice rapids. “Set Dare free!”
I can sense magic swirling around within Sammy, but nothing comes out.
Mission un-accomplished.
Stupid null zone.
Stupid Eidolon mountains.
No way will I give up, though.
“Sammy, can you take the shape of a rope and hook?” After all, shape shifting isn’t a spell. It’s just what Sammy does, just as how elves manifest wings.
In a bit of awesomeness, Sammy changes forms. In my left hand, I hold loops of golden rope. In my right, the
