At the railroad, north of Pelican town lies a hidden cave opening with dark gates powered and guarded by strange witchy magic. The cave leads to a swamp owned by an emerald witch and there in that witch swamp was a primal hut made of leaves and magical marked stones.

Georgie lives in that humble house hut, taking care of three dark shrines with offerings made of memories, selfishness, and night terrors. The offerings are special concoctions done with rare herbs and even rarer liquids. As an emerald servant of the emerald witch, it was hard grueling work to be doing it everyday. But having a pet certainly takes the edge off the load of stress she was under on a daily basis.

A sinistea like her little Teacup getting into clumsy antics was a wonderful distraction to Georgie’s laser-focus mental zone whenever she gets to working in her alchemy.

A chonky table made of wood lay before her. It was furniture built with no finesse. She stared hard down at it, frowning. Taking note that it was the 55th time she was splintered by the offending furniture. At the 134th time, the emerald witch promised her she would get her a new one. Until then, Georgie can gather her half-blood and fill it up in vials.

“Sin? Siiiin?” Teacup’s high-pitch sugary voice cut through her muddled thoughts. With a pout Teacup shook her head side-to-side, catching sparks of sunshine off her golden rim, she began releasing an aromatic mist. The purple liquid inside her teacup swirling and boiling to accentuate the aroma of Georgie’s favorite flower: red tulips.

Her shoulders loosened, a boulder weight inside her chest lifting off. “Thanks, little Teacup.” She proceeded to step off her stool and moved towards the front door, grabbing her herbal satchel on the side and checking its contents: wild horseradish from her foraging, beets and brown mushrooms from the small garden she cultivated at the back of the witch’s hut.

She won’t mind, surely. She thought. If she did, then she would have told me so by now.

Reaching up on her tiptoes, she pulled the door handle and exited. Teacup floated over and settled herself on top of Georgie’s head. Whenever Georgie moved down the sandy path, Teacup’s bottom plate rattled noisily with her cup, announcing her arrival to Joe, the witch’s henchman, since it was so quiet in the swamp.

His voice was gruff with disuse, a scratchy rumble in this throat when he spoke. “Off to see your perr… ents?”

“Of course.” She schooled her features, and tried to look dignified and put together which was hard to do when she had to tip up her chin way up to meet his eyes, the top of her head only reaching below his hips. “Most importantly, I’m off to see to my duty, as intended. The way it is. I like how you made your tusks this morning.”

He blushed, scratching off an invisible schmutz on his cheek with a finger. “Take care, Gie.”

“Sin! Siiin!” Little teacup rattled off, grabbing his attention.

“You too, Cup.” he said with a smaller voice that matched Teacup’s smaller senses. Ever since last summer, Joe had been growing his tusks bigger for his 900th birthday celebration. Big tusks were a sign for great potential in a lover and since he was retiring in a few years, he was going to make his prospects look as best as can be. After all, he was henchman to the emerald witch for several centuries and that was no easy feat for the faint-hearted. But the big tusks he was growing posed a communication barrier between them. Eventually, Joe grew difficulty in speaking more the one syllable. “Much much care you both care Cup and Gie.”

“Is there something the matter?”

“Big rock fall from sky. New mons..” spittle flew from his mouth, “New monsh..”

Georgie answered helpfully, “Are there new monsters from the sky?”

“Yesh, yesh” he nodded. “Don’t know if bad or nice. Gie, be care.. be kerrr--”

“All right, all right. It’s all good. I got this. New monsters. It happened before decades ago and I handled it well then, I’ll handle it now. No worries. You got enough to worry about all these hundreds of dimensions.” She gestured to the waters surrounding the swamp. Every so often, the magical properties in the water would open up dimensions and endanger the witch’s precious magical shrines. Henchman Joe stood at the gates with his red trenchcoat filled to the brim with specialty weapons for whatever hostile beings would pass through the water portals. Whatever his metal helmet was used for, he never said. “Still want a void?”

“Yesh.”

“Pay up.” she said, extending her small toddler hand to his.

He made a gruff sound, “I paid you done good in the past.”

“Oh really?” she said lightly. “Are you sure about that?”

He went down on his haunches and still had to have to look down on her, “I may be quit job for old age but I still not dumb dumb. Now, go get my void.”

She smiled at his serious grumpy face. His age has drawn his green skin to harsher features, making him look severe than ever before. “Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I don’t know when I’ll be back though.” Then she waved back at him as she left. Teacup waving her purple handle to him in a bid for goodbye.

Joe watched them leave the swamp gates and unto a dimension where the emerald witch has cursed the world so thoroughly that it began attracting new monsters from outer space. With a heavy sigh, he muttered more to himself than for anyone. “You never do.”