Windstorm: Part Three
I rubbed my eyes in embarrassment. Dayne’s outburst had attracted the gaze
of everyone in the coffee shop. “Dayne…” I began.
“DON’T YOU ‘DAYNE’ ME!” she hollered. “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?! THIS IS THE
SECOND TIME YOU’VE RUN AWAY FROM ME SINCE YESTERDAY!!”
Next to me, I could hear Alysoun muttering, “Look’s like our Windstorm is
getting his tail whipped.” Terzin chuckled.
I glowed red under my green fur. “Listen, Dayne,” I said, “Stop screaming
– you’re going to hyperventilate.”
“Oh yeah? Well excuse me, mister, but I think you’re going to be the one hyperventilating
after you’ve spent your breath apologizing to me!”
Well, at least she was quieting slightly. “Okay, okay,” I said, “I’m sorry
for running off on you. Now, can you just sit down?”
“Please? Dayne, You’re causing a scene.” I had no idea whether I’d said the
right thing or made a terrible mistake.
Dayne looked around at all the staring eyes, sighed, rolled her eyes, then
finally sat down. There are no words to describe how relieved I was that she’d
cooled her jets. “Alright, then,” she said, “First things first: who are they?”
I introduced Alysoun and Terzin. “Terzin was the Lupe I was looking for,”
I told her. “And Alysoun’s a friend of his.”
Dayne shook paws with them stiffly. “And what is it that you three have in
“Well,” I began, “It’s really weird, I’m, uh… er, they, uh…”
Now Alysoun was the one rolling her eyes. “He’s a prophesied hero that we’re
looking for. If you don’t believe it, get lost, ‘cause I’m not giving out any
Dayne looked insulted at Alysoun’s choice of words, but didn’t retaliate in
case she was shooed out of our conversation. “Fine,” she said. “Sisslio, what
are you prophesied to do?”
The Island Zafara was taking this all quite nonchalantly, but I knew that
she probably didn’t believe a word of it. I briefly explained Frey’s story and
my part in it. I must have looked serious enough that she decided to go along
with it, because the next sound that came out of her mouth was a squealed, “Ooh!
Now that you’re important, can I give you a makeover?!”
“What?!” I exclaimed. The last thing on my mind right now was the thought
of Dayne giving me a makeover. Then again, in a situation like this, that would
have been the most “Dayne” thing to say. She honestly had beauty on the brain.
“Oh, come on!” she said, “That green fur of yours is so tacky and…basic. I
mean, at least Alysoun here has some style – those stripes on you look fab,
girl!” The Striped Zafara in question snorted – I could tell that she had an
instant dislike for Dayne, who was acting like the impractical, never-serious,
fashion-obsessed Neopet that she was.
“Uh, what did you have in mind?” I asked cautiously.
“Well, this new job of yours sounds like it’s all about wind, right? Wind,
“So where does wind come from?”
“The sky, silly! You would look amazing in Cloud!”
“But, Dayne,” I said, “Zafaras can’t be painted in Cloud yet.”
“I know!” she answered, in an overly bubbly voice. Was she truly clueless,
or just acting stupid?
“So…?” I prompted. “Where are you going with this?”
“To Kauvara!” she answered jovially, taking my question literally. “C’mon!”
She grabbed my wrist and hauled me away. Alysoun and Terzin followed at a
more relaxed pace. Once in front of the Kau’s magic shop, Alysoun approached
“You’re going along with all this?”
“If I don’t, I’ll never hear the end of it,” I muttered in reply.
She gave a short laugh. “What are you two, roommates or an old married couple?”
“I know what you mean,” I said, sighing. “We share an apartment and I never,
and I mean never, go anywhere near her room. If I did, she’d have me in everything
from gowns to galoshes from dawn to dusk. We were good friends in school, but
she treats me like her own personal fashion manikin now.”
Alysoun gave another chuckle but then stopped dead at the sound of Dayne consulting
“Yeah, I’d like a colour change for my friend here.”
“No problem,” said Kauvara, “I’ve got more morphing potions than you can count!”
My jaw dropped. “MORPHING POTION???” I exclaimed. No way. I thought she just
wanted to change my colour, not my species! I could already imagine myself waddling
around the apartment as a mutant JubJub.
Dayne glared at me, then turned back to the Kau magician. “Yes, except I only
wanted a colour change. You don’t happen to have any paintbrushes I could buy
off you, do you? I’ve heard rumours.”
Kauvara glowered at the fashion guru before her, then continued to speak, but
in a whisper. “What do you have for it? I won’t take junk.”
“First,” said Dayne, “I want this to be a more…customized order.”
“Like how?” questioned the alchemist.
“I need a potion that will turn this dull green Zafara here into a beautiful
Behind her, I mumbled to myself, “I’m not ‘dull’!” This provoked yet another
giggle from Alysoun. Jeez, she must think that Dayne and I were a portable comedy
“Cloud Zafara, eh? That’s impossible!” snorted Kauvara.
“Oh, come on!” exclaimed Dayne, “You’re the most famous potion-maker in Neopia!
Can’t you do something for me?! Sheesh! If this is what I can expect from you,
I’m taking my potion requests to Kayla!”
That made Kauvara wince. Kayla, a young red Zafara who had become the Royal
Meridell Potions-Mistress had once been a mere fan of hers, but had become her
competitor in potion sales following the Kass-Meridell War. “Fine,” she said.
“If I dip a Cloud paint brush in some Green Zafara Morphing Potion, it might
work, but don’t come complaining if he turns out like he’s covered in bits of
“What kind of guarantee is that?” Dayne snapped.
“It isn’t one. Live with it and buy the potion, or go away and make room for
Dayne sighed, but in the end relented. “Done.”
Dayne paid for the potion – I had no idea that she regularly carried around
hundreds of thousands of Neopoints! – and then handed it to reluctant little
“Well,” she said when I did nothing, “Chug it down!”
“Are you sure it’s safe?” I asked.
“Not really, but it’s fashionable!”
“But shouldn’t she have brewed it for a few days? I mean, if she’s never done
paintbrush-potions before wouldn’t she mix it properly? I don’t know if I trust
“You’re so cynical!” retorted Dayne. I was surprised she even knew the word
“cynical”. “Today’s shops attract customers with fast service! Instant beauty
is what pets are after, not sitting around waiting for an old witch to brew
some…brew for them!”
I sighed. “Well, can we at least do this back at the apartment? I don’t want
to be publicly seen turning into a freak of nature if that’s what happens!”
“Fine!” said Dayne. “Let’s go, then.”
We led the way home, Terzin, Alysoun, and their Gruslen in tow.
It wasn’t long until we were back in the kitchen, the counter covered in cookie
crumbs. “It looks like the Bakery exploded in here,” I told Dayne.
“Yeah, yeah,” she said, shrugging. “Just drink the potion! I want to see the
I uncorked the bottle, knowing I’d have to do this sooner or later. Raising
it to my lips, I drew away almost immediately at the stench. “Oh!” I exclaimed,
“It reeks like… turpentine or something!”
Dayne just glared at me.
“What did I do to deserve this?” I mumbled, then pinched my nose and took a
“Wow!” exclaimed my roommate.
“What?” I asked.
“It looks so cool! I’m a genius! No Rainbow Pool required!”
I looked down at the rest of me. Pale blue, with puffs of white, a pale blue
underside, and white fins along my spine! I was Cloud, just like that! No sensations,
no flashes of light, just a bad aftertaste – weird.
From behind me, Alysoun sighed. “Now, if the fashion show is over,” she said,
“Can we get you some weaponry, and then take you to the field?”
“Now?!” I exclaimed.
“Yes, now,” she replied bluntly. “We’ve been waiting for you to come along
for ages, and being held up by her obsessions of self-appearance isn’t helping.”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY OBSESS –”
“Okay!” I cried, cutting Dayne off. “Let’s go and get this sword or whatever.”
“Thank you!” Alysoun said, exasperated.
I gazed down at my new sky-patterned pelt and thought about this, then inquired,
“Where are we going?”
Alysoun had headed toward the door, but now spun to face me, cloak unfurling
in a slightly menacing manner. “Underground,” she answered.
Terzin stalked off behind her, and next to me, Dayne was fuming, but I wasn’t
listening to her. I was suddenly numb to the world around me and somehow I knew
that I was getting way in over my head.
To be continued...