CREED, The Fiery Storm

I Jest Not

      

"We are all good at something...no one is good at everything."

It was beautiful! No one had made any guesses regarding the attire Strost would get and they had made an excellent call. For no soul could have fathomed such magnificence.

"Strost, you're looking magnificent!" Jim complimented him.

"And that's exactly how I'm feeling..."Strost responded smugly. His fur tone had bleached a shade or two-he was clearly a lot whiter. Then there were the wings, strong as an eagle's or better. The grey of the wings from the tips faded gradually into the white of the stallion. Hooves that had been bare were now on horse shoes. However, the most outstanding of all the features was the spiral unicorn horn-almost black barely grey.

"Can we still call him a horse?" Duke asked.

"I don't know..." Breala answered. "But that creature isn't what it was before!"

"You guys have clearly never heard about not judging a book by its cover!" Jim commented.

"Hey! Books should totally be judged by their covers!!" Duke protested.

"Of course!" Breala agreed, "Otherwise you'd have to read every book you held in your hands!"

"Hmm...I see your point" Jim conceded.

"But you weren't supposed to take the phrase literally!" he attached a 'but'.

"Huh! Life is too short to not take things literally..." Duke argued.

"Then you must be willing to get the wrong idea a lot of times!!" Jim pointed.

"Exactly!!"Duke agreed, "You mess up a lot of times and learn from the mistakes. Then you end up learning a lot!"

"What kind of reasoning is that?!" Jim wondered.

"Umm...since we are all through with the wardrobe routine, I think we should go and meet Smyth.." Breala suggested.

"Who died and made you the leader?!" Jim asked in jest but not very jestfully.

"I didn't say I was the leader!!" She responded angrily.

"She is not wrong you know..." Strost neighed in support of Breala's suggestion.

"Oh! Shut up...I know she's right." Jim thought to Strost.

"The girl is right, Creed..." Duke commented, "You should know that the females are always right."                                                                                                                                    

"I didn't think otherwise..." Jim conceded openly, "It was just banter...nothing serious."