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For this week, I've left my Greek friend Medina behind for a bit, and decided to share a very fun character with you all from my current WIP. He's a Clurichaun, a close relation to the Leprechaun (but don't tell him that, he can get a wee bit put off if you mistake him for such). In this part of the story, Ravyn and her mother are tracking down her evil aunt, and are spending the night out amongst the stars. Ravyn took first watch, and just started to nod off by the fire...
“Baaa, baaaa, baaaaa!”
Ravyn jerked her head up, looking about for the source of the noise. A large gray sheep came barreling out of the dark trees and into the light from her fire. She fell backwards as a small man somersaulted from the sheep’s back to land on his unsteady feet before her.
“Ta da!” He yelled throwing his arms up in the air.
“By the Light, who are you?” Ravyn gasped.
The little man swayed on his feet for a moment, but managed to stay afoot by leaning against his wooly ride. He swept a little red feather cap off his head and flourished an overly theatrical bow,“Moz folks call me Hiz, hic, Nibz.”