Part 7 In which Marlot’s creation is born

Players:

Marlot
A lonely witch who decided to literally ‘make’ her own friend

Jinx
A lazy cat who is always hungry

Golem
Marlot’s creation


This was it; the smoke had been a brilliant shade of violet for three days. According to the spell book the golem would actually rise out of the potion when he was ready. Marlot was giddy with excitement. She had asked Lilly to stay home today; she wanted to meet her golem on her own and didn’t want to be embarrassed if she had failed.

“Jinx are you ready?” She said grinning at her cat, who for once actually looked interested in something other than food or a toy.

The potion started to boil, something it hadn’t done up to this point, the violet smoke danced playfully and seemed to mirror her excitement. The bubbles grew bigger and the smoke started pouring over the sides, the fire below the caldron went out with a hiss as the potion started to pour out onto the floor and Marlot could swear that she saw something move and then suddenly that something broke the surface and she jumped with delight.

Its hair was so wet that she couldn’t determine what color it was yet, followed by a forehead, and closed eyes, a long thin nose and neck. Thin shoulders were next and a bare chest. Anything below his stomach was still under the potion.

Marlot stared at her creation for a moment, his skin was dark, as though he had a suntan that would never go away, and his hair was about an inch long and was plastered to his head. She whooped with joy and jumped up and down on the spot, this seemed to awaken the creature and mud brown eyes flickered open and he stared blankly back at her.

“I can’t believe it, you’re alive.”

The golem cocked his head to one side and then looked down at himself, examining his fingers and then dipping them into the potion that rose to his waist, then he looked at Marlot questioningly.

“Do you need help out?”

“Out?” he asked, his head cocked to one side again.

“Actually, let me get you a towel first.” She ran to her bedroom and pulled a towel out of her cabinet and then ran back to the kitchen. She giggled as she watched her golem reach his fingers toward Jinx who seemed fascinated by the creature and was licking his fingers eagerly.

“It’s good to see that you two get along.” The golem looked back at her, a crooked smile on his apple red lips. Marlot felt almost embarrassed as she threw the towel over his head which was only about two inches higher than her own and she rubbed his hair dry, he kept smiling and she thought she heard him laughing. When she pulled back the blanked he smiled up at her, that same crooked smile.

“Do you like that?” she giggled, his eyes were such a dark muddy brown, the same color as the mud she had used to make him. She flipped out the towel and placed it around his shoulders wrapping him tight. She looked back up and smiled at him and then noticed his hair. It was the same bright green as the leaves on her apple tree, and the branch she had used to form his head. “Oh my.” His smile faded and he looked confused again, his head tilted as he reached up to his hair. “Don’t worry golem, your hair is just a little, unexpected.”

“Unexpected?” he asked, his head still tilted, his fingers buried in his hair.

“Yes, unexpected. People don’t usually have green hair, blond, brown, black, even red are normal, but green not so much. Come on, I will help you out.” She took his hands and helped him step out of the cauldron. She tried not to look at the fact that he was male and that the snails and puppy dog tails had done their work. “We need to find you some clothes my friend. You can’t walk around in a towel all the time.”

“Clothes?”

Marlot bit her lip, wondering how golems learned and if it would be just a word at a time, or if he understood anything she said at all but just picked out words to repeat like a parrot. “Yes clothes, like my robes…which I think will probably work for you for the time being. I really didn’t think any of this through.”

The witch left to find a clean robe as Jinx continued bathing the golem by licking his toes; she could hear her creation giggling.