I had attempted to talk to my octarine doll to finish the coloured dolls, but nothing was coming through. So I stood up and found myself facing the permanent altar for the house trolls. These seemed quite chatty so maybe it was just the wrong day to talk to the octarine doll. I’ll try her again tomorrow.
The trolls were chatting and spoke over one another so it was hard to understand them, but eventually they seemed to appoint a speaker to ask of me ‘Can we go to the wedding?’ I felt unsure at first whether I could make such a promise without involving Lolita, and I wasn’t sure about logistics. But then I remembered there will be a lot that needs to go in a car anyway, so maybe they can hide in a bag if they didn’t mind.
I asked if they wanted anything else.
I got a mixture of ‘Yes’ and ‘No’.
“Who said yes?” I asked and it seems my eyes ended up on the large cyclops troll.
“I…” he said.
After a long silent pause I asked “I what?”
“I dunno” said the cyclops troll and laughed nervously. The other trolls giggled.
One of the child trolls said in an excited voice, “We’re going to the wedding!”
An adult one said “Sshhh! He’s still listening! Wait till he’s gone!”
Then another troll said to me in a motherly voice, “Have a shower and get to bed. You need rest.”