Merlin keeps a full house of guests – furry, feathered and otherwise. We are his latest additions, and though he has explained the who-ness and what-ness of his arrangements, he has yet to go into the why-ness and the how-ness of things going forward.
“All in good time,” our host chimes in. “Those are disasters for another day.”
I am sure he realizes that such open ended questions are annoying to any thinking fairy.
Dunfallon, however, could not care less. He is much too busy running around the castle, poking his nose into every nook and cranny, and introducing himself to every breathing being who will take the time to talk to him.
I believe his poor mountain goat is feeling very neglected.