The result was a freebie story involving someone very interested in her favorite dwarf...;)
I made a promise under the tree within view of your cottage. Do you remember?
No, of course you don’t. You probably weren’t paying attention. Communing with your precious namestones, you were. Or perhaps you were whittling, carving something out of a wood.
I doubt you even saw me under the tree. You wouldn’t have heard what I whispered on the wind. The last thing you ever wanted was the burden of any promises from someone outside of your family.
Well, too bad, you stubborn dwarf. The moment I saw your name in my book, a chill went up my spine and my toes tingled.
Humans ignore these little warnings in their bodies all the time. We kobolds learn to pay attention. When I met you in person, the tingling intensified.
You were special. Not just because you were Person of Importance, but you were involved in the tapestry of my destiny. I didn’t know how or why, but we were connected. If I didn’t skip forward to meet whatever you represented, Destiny would fall on me, crushing me flat.
It might well crush both of us in the end.
I arranged to meet you, try to ‘gift’ you with this cottage, but you got the better of me. Not that I wouldn’t have ever chance to get the better of you. For as long as you and your brothers live in that cottage, my chance will be lying in wait.
You think that cuckoo clock is just an annoying gadget, but it’s more than that. It’s my eyes, ears, and on occasion, my voice.
I may not be in the cottage, but the clock is there. As long as it is, I’m keeping this promise, Quartz.
I’ll be watching you.
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