Chapter Four- If You Give a Brownie Honey
“Honey? Yes I do believe I have some. How much in exchange for a drink?” Leikin taps his satchel waiting for a response before retrieving the reward. The brownies greedy little black pearls told him that the cost would increase with the quantity he showed.
“Mmm… enough to fill this leaf.” The small man gestures to a leaf about the size of a spoon next to him.
Leikin raises an eyebrow and noting the leaf is near the size of the brownies head, plucks the leaf off of its plant and then sets it on a smooth old petrified stump. He then takes his honey jar out of his satchel and begins pouring the leaf bowl to its brim, stopping just before overfilling it.
The brownies eyes become black saucers as he realizes the sheer amount of honey this particular slowling elf has. He races over to the leaf with unanticipated speed. “This is good. This will be a helpful relation- the two of us knowing one another, this partnership should go far indeed….”
“Mmm, and is this because you want this jar perhaps?” Leikin waves it around and the brownie begins to ignore the leaf, very focused on the bigger picture.
“Yes, perhaps, but we could expand upon that. Create,” His eyes follow the moving jar. “ quite a friendship.” He snaps out of it with a little difficulty, and picks up the leaf plunging a hand inside it quite immediately.
“Hmph. Are you going to hand me a drink like that? I don’t prefer my alcohol worn.” Leikin’s face contorts in fascinated disgust as he watches the small fellow lap the honey from his hands, and notices for the first time that he has sharp teeth and a pointed tongue. What a strange little creature.
“Of course not!” He pauses glancing up uncomfortably. “Could you stop staring at me please?” The brownie looks at Leikin, not so amused. “You have an entire jar of honey there, thank you.”
Leikin realizes that it might not be fitting to stare at the little creature a bit too late and quickly glances away. “Do you have a handle?”
“Yes, I’m called Shoeleather.” The brownie makes enough room in the leaf for him to seal it, folding the sides in on themselves and using presumably a form of carpenter ant excretion to cement the sides. He then latches the leaf-honey-canteen onto a tiny workman's belt.
Leikin pauses hearing a familiar tinkling noise- the one from last night? He turns in circles slowly yet frantically trying to hear where it’s coming from. It may lead to Jashir afterall. Yet the more he turns the more frantic and disconcerting the sound is.
“Is this some weird greeting you elves have developed since I last saw your kind? What is that horrible sound?” The little brownie covers his ears and makes himself smaller. “Stop!!!”
Leikin looks at the brownie and stops, the noise stops simultaneously, wait a second is that me? Why am I jingling like that? He pats himself down his search ending to the top of his head. He removes his cap to find a bell in his hair. “This was not there yesterday. Did you do this?”
The brownie chuckles, “Me put that horrible sounding thing in your hair? It would have been a fun ruse, but sadly I had no time. I only found you as you stirred- you made a lot of racket. That and the fact I could see your blonde plumage for miles.” He points at the fluff of unruly hair falling from Leikins cap.
Leikin squints and then his expression softens. “Well, you did seem awfully surprised to hear the thing.” He Looks at the bell in his hand, barely over an inch in diameter. “Where did you come from?”
Shoeleather glares at the bell intently, “If that thing talks, I’m going to faint.”
Leikin looks surprised and glances back down at Shoeleather, “You didn’t look like the fainting type to me.”
“Well you can hardly kill a bell. I suppose if you built a big enough fire you could melt it, but if it's enchanted that could make it all the more dangerous.” Shoeleather stares at it a while longer. “Lucky for me, it doesn’t seem keen on conversing.”