Opening her eyes ever so slowly, trying to focus on her surroundings, Lady MoonChaser was feeling a bit on the queezy side.
She was coming out of her drunken, sleepy stupor, trying to lift her head, which seemed to weigh a ton, off the hard ground, then she remembered the huge fruit basket on her head, and removed it, but her head still seemed too heavy to lift, so she decided to lay there a few more moments as she heard a beautiful haunting melody floating across the moors, realizing it was the Piper Oak giving his Eistedfodd performance, she knew she still had time to get in a few more winks.......,
she sat straight up, eyes opened wide, and gasped at the sudden flashback of her drunken dream!!!
Oh my lord!!! she thought, and started trembling from the very thought of that horrifying dream, or from the one too many gin and tonics, or a combination of the two, whatever, she was shaking!!
She, automatically, since it wasn't the first time she had had one too many
, felt herself all over to be sure she was not violated in any way, but fortunately she was still intact except for a bit of wet spot on her shoulder which she attributed to either MoonCloud, StormCloud or possibly that Crow or any of the hawks, ravens, and other birds, that were always flying about, thanking the gods/godesses/spirits that the terrifying nightmare was only a dream!!
How could she have possibly dreamt of that disgusting man with the even more disgusting name, Sir Dingleberry!!
, a lady of her stature and refinement, ahem
, would even allow him to get that close to her!! She would rather perish in the flames....the flames
.. oh.. oh, right,... phew!.....that was all part of her hellish, crazy nightmare too!
Feeling very quite much relieved, that none of that had REALLY happened,... oddly enough just like in those ridiculous soap operas, or how the politicians were always denying that anything REALLY happened
,.. She immediately started feeling much better and decided to straighten herself up a bit before rejoining the Eistedfodd.
She just wished she could get a pickmeup before heading back, but, unfortunately, for Lady MoonChaser, Gladys had moved the Port-a-Pub to a different location, closer to the crowd, AND the Port-a-Potty, cause Gladys would not put up with anybody wetting her newly refurbished barstools.
She knew Gladys would be thinking, " Dem wild eyed Druids an deir strange animal friends will be more den ready for my service, for dey would be gettin' mightily thirsty after all dat catterwallin an' screechy bagpipin'. and drummin',,.an' god knows what all else dem druids are doin wid dem magical herbs an' very handsomely carved wands." Gladys had a sneakin suspicion "dat not all dem wands were just sticks wid fancy carvin,....she seen a few o dem usin' dem as pipes to puff on doze magical herbs, he he, afterall, she warn't born no fool!"
Just then, Carragh came sweeping elegantly over to Lady MoonChaser, nearly tripping on her beautiful long white robe, but managing to hang on to her sword and the serpent wrapped around her neck,
"What in the hell are you doing lying about, you lazy girl! You know you are a perfect example of 'taking the girl out of the country, but can't take the country out of the girl'! Oaky has finished his Pipe piece and EarthWard is ready for the peace pipe!! You need to get over there and put up the Intermission Card so everyone can get to the Pub to whet their whistles and get back to the voting!"
"Oh my! I'm so sorry! I had this awful dream and...."
but Carragh gave her a look, and seemed to start shapeshifting into a WOLF and then a LION and then a HUGE HEAD looking down onto Stonehenge, which LMC knew meant Carragh was not in the mood for excuses, for she had a very, very tiring long journey to prepare for.
"Alright alright! I'm going, let me just fix my hair and put on some lip gloss! You know Beith, Selene, Hawthorn, Loosh, and the rest of those hussy, floozies are always looking so ravishing, I have to at least try to keep up at my age!" as she was quickly tieing her hair into a long braid.
She knew she didn't have time to pick up all her fruit and get it back on her head, especially with Carragh shapeshifting all over the place, snarling and glaring at her for being so vain and stupid for getting drunk and passing out in the first place!
"Okey, dokey, smokey!" said LMC trying hard to get Carragh to *smile* or at least *grin*, but seeing that it wasn't producing a *hug*, she just shut up and headed straight for the stage to put up the Intermission Placard, which had been beautifully painted by CopperLion.
On her way there, she managed to compose herself, made a very much needed quick stop at the Port-a-Potty, and then continued on and smiled her sweetest smile at all the handsome men, fluttering her lacey handkerchief daintily at Jeb, EarthWard, Merlyn, and pretty much ANY of the men that caught her eye, while fanning herself seductively with her most favorite black lace Spanish fan, which, of course, matched her bloomers.
Jeb flashed a handsome smile at her and bowed in his handsome silk Kimono, while EarthWard and Merlyn just grimaced thinking of how she had duped them with her 'kerchief' trick, looking at each other and mumbling curses under their breath.
Ahh, but she was so very pleased to see all of her fellow Bards, Ovates and Druids, pleased that the horrible nightmare was just that, and all was peaceful and tranquil, as Susa led a 'before intermission' meditation.
She was also happy to see that the Chief Druid of OBOD, the comely, kindly Philip, was able to join them and she looked forward to chatting with him at the Port-a-Pub, already thinking of how she would use her 'kerchief' trick on anyone who tried to keep her away! .
Just thinking of all the festivities to follow the long competition gave her spirit a lift, as she seemed to float across the stage holding the 'Intermission' placard.
However, she started hearing some chuckling coming from the crowd, and then it seemed all at once the whole crowd was roaring with laughter, but she didn't have a clue as to what they were laughing at!!
She stopped and just then Crow flew down and landed gently on her shoulder, being the sweet one that not too many knew, he whispered in her ear....."You have toilet paper streaming behind you from your sandals"