In The World Of Losinanda (Completed)

CHAPTER FIVE - Eithiel

Eithiel fell with a large thump, her back hit the ground first then her skull followed. She touched the back of her head to check if she was bleeding, her hand brushed a soft fresh cushion. She squeezed her eyes close, waiting for the painful throb to hit.

As she lied there trying to remember where she had last been, she heard a hearty manly giggle and an angry unpleasant grunt. She opened one eye to check her surroundings.

"What a dramatic child, we all see she is not hurt, yet she lies there, putting on a performance for tree know who?" complained a voice that wasn't familiar. Eithiel wondered if it wouldn't be wise to pretend to be dead.

She sat upright, with her one open eye. Where am I?

The strange man giggled again. This time Eithiel located the source of the mannish chortle.

She had fallen on thick padding of a mysterious fern weed. In front of her grew the highest and largest tree she had ever laid her eyes on, and the fattest man she had ever seen sat at its base, his apparent chair curved into the trunk of the tree. The branches of the tree joined other trees into a circle around a tiny open space, the only area without its presence was the middle ground she had fell on. The source of light for the little area fell from a small round space uncovered by the tree's enormous branches and wide viridescent leaves making the ground below resemble a stage.

The man laughed again, his whole body wobbled as if the laughter were pockets of air collected from every limb. Eithiel found the source of the man's amusement; a string limb from the tree was tickling the stranger's huge belly, another one hung close to his ear, whispering something delightful to the delighted man. The fat man's cheeks jiggled as he nodded his head, in response to an apparent message from the tree. I must be losing my wits.

The other stranger who had spoken first grunted again, "Can we get done with her, I tire from watching her move." Eithiel could not uncover the person with the displeased voice until a chair moved from the corner of her eye. It moved towards her direction in all fours, a pair of legs from the side moving together then the other. I have gone mad. A walking talking chair?

The chair's backrest held the face of the mysterious speaker, its features looked old and grumpy as if held in a state of constant irritation, it had a large mouth with its sides held down in wrinkles with a steady deep frown on his forehead.

It appeared to swing left and right as it inspected her, then it spoke, "Come on, have a sit, let's get done with this." The chairperson had a single hand rest on the left.

" Ah.. aah, am sitting, where else could I sit?" Eithiel asked. I am talking to a chair. The fat man was still listening to the tree string.

"Here! Stupid little girl" grunted the chair with a frustrated shake, pointing to itself with the weirdest actions of the single armrest.

"Am fine here" answered Eithiel quickly. If I sit on the chair, I would be sitting on him doesn't he realize that.

"Nonsense, you're our guest!" beamed the man at the tree, tree man, the buttons on his waist coat were barely holding on, the ones on his yellowish shirt, that was once white, had already given up. All his clothes looked three sizes smaller.

"Sit. We have better matters to attend to than to argue with a pesky little thing like you, now get up and sit." commanded the chair, "I am Barney, by the way, don't be calling me chair, I won't stand such nonsense from an unimaginative girl like you."

Eithiel awkwardly stood, moved towards Barney at a snail's pace her back in a bow. She sat on the sit first not knowing where to rest her back, she kept leaning forward, afraid to do anything that would displease the chairperson any further .