“Come, come dear girl. Close you gob! We can’t have you filling up with flies and insects when I have made you such a fine breakfast,” he said, grinning down at her.
Miranda obediently allowed the amused Clurician to close her mouth, with a soft furry finger. This creature was most definitely peculiar, but she sensed he meant her no harm. Another moment of déjàvu.
“Your name is Jasper isn’t it?” she asked, her voice sounding strangled and unusual.
“The Girl remembers my name,” sang Jasper is the name I was given by my mother at birth, and so it will remain till I return to mother earth.”
With another lively jig, Jasper made his way behind the young girl. “Let us raise you up to sit, and maybe you can eat even just a little bit.”
Miranda let the Clurician gently raise her to a sitting position. Her head throbbed harder with the effort. She groaned pitifully clutching her hands to her head.
“Easy does it now Girl,” Jasper said kindly. “You sure did give your noggin a flogging!”
The Clurician let go of Miranda and with a short skipping jig crossed the area between were he had been, and the smoldering coals of a cooking fire encircled with stone. As quick as he had left, the nimble creature had returned to her side, with a large green sleeping swag. Neatly rolled and tied with thick leather straps.
“Here,” said Jasper in a quiet tone. “Rest against old Jaspers swag. Your bobbley head and skinny neck will need rest before it will sit right again.”
Unsure of the correct response to such an insulting and odd statement, Miranda chose to say nothing. Instead she attempted to smile as best she could, and nod her head, which she regretted immediately.
Jasper saw her grimace in pain. “Now, now,” said the Clurician in a more formal tone. He pointed his short stubby finger at her, imitating a figure of authority. “We can’t have any of that either. How your kind manage to balance those giant noggins is beyond me!” His other hand now resting on his hip.
Again, Miranda wasn’t sure of the correct response. Jaspers cryptic phrases were so confusing, and with the pain in her head she was having trouble keeping up. This time she made no effort to respond, and continued to stare at Jasper in his odd stance.
The Clurician remained unmoving for a moment gently shaking one fury finger at her with one hand and his other resting on his hip. It was an amusing pose, and Miranda would have laughed, had Jasper not been looking at her with such and intense stare. For a moment, she thought her lack of response may have offended him. But before she could attempt to say something, the Clurician had nimbly jigged his way back to the cooking coals, and set to work. Then he began to whistle.