Page four and five: 1 - Pulled-out two page spread of a massive deciduous tree with a long branch extending toward the pine tree Weetrill noticed. There are multiple tiny Weetrills on this tree. He climbs the trunk, pauses on the top branch to gauge the distance to the pine tree, and makes a massive leap from the deciduous tree to the pine tree. Narrator: A bauble for a start and then a quest in need of minding. 2- Top down shot of Weetrill climbing hand-over-hand through the thin needl-y pine branches 3 - Weetrill clings to one branch and stretches out his hand to try and grab the red berry Narrator: And golden rare’s the morning when… 4- The branch Weetrill is holding for balance snaps in two.
Page 21 1 - Weetrill is still dragging the locket through the dust, away from Plumkin, continuing his thoughts from the page before where he insisted he didn’t know what the locket was. Weetrill: A Bauble, I suppose. I’m only dropping it off for Magpie. 2 - Weetrill is re-wrapping the locket chain around his shoulders. Plumkin stands behind him, pressing him with more questions. Plumkin: Dontcha wanna keep it? Weetrill: I have no interest in such things. 3 - Plumkin can’t believe what she’s hearing. Plumkin: But what if it’s a quest?! 4 - Weetrill turns his back on Plumkin and looks haughtily down at her over his shoulder Weetrill: I have even less interest in that. 5 - Weetrill stands with a finger in the air, like an instructor. The background is a chalkboard with diagrams indicating why quests are a bad idea. Weetrill: Quests are for the Stout Folk, and Baubles for the distractable
Page 33 - 1 - Magpie Witchbird casts a wry smile down at her sheepish visitor. Magpie: Well met, Weetrill. 2 - Weetrill gazes up apprehensively at Magpie as she continues speaking from off-panel, Magpie: Shrink’st not low in thy chair - thou hast my word I’ve grown not larger. 3 - A wide panel of Magpie’s nest. We see the Witchbird from behind as she addresses Weetrill, still seated in his teacup. Magpie: ‘Tis many months now since last my door thou didst last darken. 4 - Weetrill dithers in his seat, avoiding eye contact. Weetrill: Has it really been that long? My, but where does the time go? 5 - A profile shot of Magpie’s enormous antlered head pushing in close to Weetrill, who cringes into his teacup seat. Magpie: Where INDEED, young one?
Page 42: 1-2 - Weetrill, gobsmacked and pleading, sits in the teacup Weetrill: That’s impossible I– there must be some mistake! I’m too ordinary for a Destiny! 3 - Magpie summons a shape in starlight of Weetrill as a cub, curled up asleep, having been left at her doorstep Magpie: Ordinary? Thou dost jape! Thy life is wreathed in riddles! 4 - Magpie scrutinizes Weetrill closely Magpie: Mayhap thou hast seen such a shape before? Did once thou see its like in the time before thou didst come to our grove? 5 - Weetrill looks away, annoyed at the question Weetrill: You know I don’t remember anything 6 - Magpie’s talon turns his face up to meet her eyes Magpie: But try, young Weekin.
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