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“That is a mighty fine lookin’ tree, Gran,” Sookie was radiating happiness. “Havin’ O.I. and Eric up there doin’ the lights sure did make this easier.”
“Did for a fact,” Gran nodded in agreement. “Lafayette, that pot of chili you made sure does smell good.”
“And the pie,” S.I. offered. “That is a mighty fine smelling pie!”
“Pumpkin,” Lafayette said as he dipped the old glass ornament in a little glue and then glitter. “Just as soon as the timer goes off for the cornbread we can be sittin’ down.”
O.I’s ears perked up. “The king is in-bound,” he said as they watched the portal open.
“You are in time for dinner,” Gran smiled at him.
“Thank you, most gracious lady,” he bowed his head to her. “My last meal, perhaps as a free man. Fairly appeared at my door. She is ready to be bedded. As in tonight. Word has gone out in the land of fae. Prepare for a wedding! So when the blue moons rise…” he let the thought land there on the evergreen scented room.
“Dad,” Eric approached him, concern in his voice.
“I have this son,” his father smiled at him and hugged him close. “Wear your fae best. To include the biggest sword you have and all the fairy magic you can muster. She might not be as easy to kill as I thought.”
“What makes you think that?” Eric asked him.
“The books in the library that act as dungeons. Perhaps she is one of the prisoners that has been set loose.”
“Well that just sucks,” Sookie eyed her father-in-law.
“I don’t mean to sound uninformed but I am and we won’t know until we know,” Er-erkr said. “In the mean time, I could eat whatever it is that smells so delicious.”
“There is the timer for the cornbread,” Lafayette put the ornament on the tree. “Let’s set the table and eat.”
“I’ll gets The Death’s,” O.I. nodded. “Just small amounts to offer up a toast or two. We is gonna’ need who knows what for killin’ skanks and a pure mind. And our wits and glamours for sure.”
Dinner was simple and superb! The company exquisite and The Death had been used in only two toasts.
- Death to all skanks.
- If Fairly is not a skank, then here is to the bride and groom!
“Evenin’ is starting to fall in fae,” S.I. said as he finished his coffee and second piece of pie.
His king nodded in agreement. “In a couple of hours the Blue Moons will rise and that is when the bedding will take place. Just as soon as the moons clear the horizon. If her heart is true, or at least not evil, then we will be wed when the moons are at their zenith.”
“Are you placing odds?” Eric asked his dad.
“Yes,” Pam was interested. “Because if you are, I want in.”
“Is she always like this?” Er-erikr asked his son.
“Always,” Eric responded, rolling his eyes.
“Well then yes to the odds. Sharpen your sword and remove heads,” he eyed his son and nodded. “I would almost count on that.”
“I like those odds,” Eric grinned. “Is there anyway we can work in the rest of the family?”
“I have been thinking on that. And I can see no way to invite them in. However, S.I. could open the portal on this end and O.I. could keep it open on that end and they could watch. Of course, if it all goes to Hel and civil war, the dragons will toss Sookie and Eric through and they will close the portal to keep those at home safe.”
“What?” she frowned at her father then her husband. “Toss me through? Just when it gets interestin’?”
Eric was looking displeased, himself.
“What?” he echoed. “I am to bring my biggest sword and not get to use it?”
“You two are on orders,” Er-erikr pointed to the two dragons. “I care not what my two children say.”
“Yes our king,” they both bowed.
“I am off to prep. You have a couple of hours, earth time. I’ll give you a thirty minute warning order.”
The portal opened and he was gone.
“So what do we do?” Sookie asked.
“We portal into our chamber and dress,” Eric responded.
“You are taking us, right?” Samuel asked.
“Damn straight,” Eric replied. “We are to war. They do not call me the scary assed Halfling sonfor nothing. O.I., we need armor and swords for the family. Miss Adele and Lafayette, do you wish to go with? Your dragons will be going with you. At the first sign of trouble, you two are gone.”
“We could sit out on the balcony and watch?” Gran asked.
She squeezed Lafayette’s hand.
“We are game on, his La La fineness says.”
“Most excellent. One portal to fae, coming right up.”
“Nice digs,” Lafayette said when they stepped through. “Sure ‘nough, beyond nice. I very much like this dragon motif.”
Eric was looking around and making sure there was no one lurking about. When he was satisfied that all was clear, he went out to the small hidden balcony off their rooms. This would serve their purpose well.
“Oh great and honored king of the dragons,” he addressed O.I. “If you would please, a wardrobe for our honored wedding guests.”
Eric and Sookie left to take their place as witnesses and the family was left sitting up on the secluded balcony. They had a perfect view of the steps leading up to the castle’s front doors where Er-erikr had assured them it was all going to take place.
“Oh look,” Gran whispered, “there is Eric and Sookie on the top steps. What a handsome couple they make,” she said with pride as she leaned forward to get a better look.
“Lafayette, you look like a prince, yourself,” she smiled and patted his hand.
“Thanks Gran,” he took her hand and held it. “This is all excitin’. So much to see, so little time I fears, to take it all in. I am hopin’ just to remembers the fineness of this cloth that I am blessed to be dressed in.”
“Seriously,” Gran nodded. “I could have everything I own made of this. To include sheets and coverings for the furniture and dish-rags and dusting cloths.
Oh, the trumpets are sounding, here comes Er-erikr escorting Fairly on her broom.”
When they reached the steps, Er-erikr stepped forward and lifted her off.
“What kind of couch is that being carried down the steps?” Gran asked.
“Looks to be a sex chair,” Pam said, with a smile in her voice. “Where you can easily do the hot and nasty.”
“Called a Tantra in polite circles,” Samuel added.
“No fooling,” Gran looked over at Samuel. “Do you think…” she paused, “do you think he has to bed her in front of everyone?”
“In some cultures, that is how it is done,” Samuel was watching the crowd. “If they were to do that, it would be a great distraction. An added plus for Eric and Sookie who are ready with their blue fire. Not to mention the sword Eric is wearing. It is as tall as I am.”
“If all she does is lift her skirts, there would not be anything to see,” Pam added with disdain. “He gets the job done, she gets the crown and everyone can stay for the wedding. If I got to rule a kingdom, I think I could be up for that,” she added matter of fact.
“Pamela,” Samuel said in a disapproving tone.
“I apologize for saying what we were all thinking,” she smiled and battered her eye lashes.
“Child…” Samuel’s tone was sterner.
At that time, Eric casually turned his head, made eye contact with her and then bought Sookie’s hand to his lips for a kiss.
“Oops,” she smiled charmingly. “Please, allow me to apologize.
Oh look, they are at the chair and grand-daddy has placed her in it. The show begins.”
“Welcome one and all,” their king began looking out into the crowd. “You were here when this arrangement for marriage was decided upon.
Fairly,” she now held his attention. “I ask you now, do you believe that the agreement that you made with the crown has been upheld?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Do you believe that I acted in good faith in fulfilling our terms of the agreement?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Do you consent to be my wife and queen?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
Smiling at her, he lifted her hand for a kiss and then stepped aside, with a wave of his hand, indicating she was to speak.
“My king,” she began, her focus on him. “I have found no fault with you upholding our bargain. I can find no fault with the terms of our agreement. I do consent to be your wife.
It is for you now to find no fault with me in upholding our bargain.”
Er-erikr stood straighter and bowed his head to her. “I have placed you upon your deflowering throne. This is where your body shall be positioned for our mutual pleasure. Is this agreeable to you?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“You have declared that you will wear my crown jewels.”
“Yes,” she nodded. “Yes, with my virginal blood, I will claim the pieces as mine.”
“This fills a hole in my lonely heart. If my love for you is great enough, we shall conceive a child that will someday be crowned ruler of this great and noble land.
Bring the screen,” he nodded to Ranger. “My son is at the ready with the crown jewels.”
Turning to the crowd he addressed them all. “There is to be no mistake about what takes place here under the light of the two blue moons. None shall cry foul and none shall demean their queen. All will know when I know that she has stood true to her word. If she has not, then with no regrets on our hearts, she is returned to her home and I continue my quest for a queen.
Good, Ranger,” he said as his captain approached, “place the screen in front of the couch so that her nudity shall only be looked upon by me.
My son,” he looked up at Eric, “if you would, the crown jewels, please.
Godmothers, if you would help her to undress.”
Eric made his way down the steps and gave the chest to his father while the godmothers came forward and stood behind the screen, helping with lacing. There was one final sound of the cloth hitting the steps.
“Damn,” Lafayette was looking crossed-eyed at Gran. “I know this was the rule back in the day when you invited everyone at court, into the bed chamber. Draw the bed curtains, can’t see anythin’.”
“Glad they have the screen,” Gran added.
“She is splendidly naked, my king,” Lily bowed to him.
“If you would please, hand her the jewels. She is to wear them while I bring her pleasure in multiple different positions so that she may imprint her ecstasy upon them.”
“Yes my king,” the older woman bowed and walked back to the screen.
“I will fulfill my part of our mating ritual,” Fairly said in a loud voice. “My deflowering in the crown jewels, as agreed upon, sets our fate and our future.”
“Hear! Hear!” The godmothers shouted! “The daughter of our house stands by her word!”
“No,” she said in a whisper, but loud enough for those in the front of the castle to hear.
“No, no, no, no, no,” her voice got progressively louder and angrier. “No!” she bellowed. “No I will not wear them. I will not wear the cast offs of another. I want jewelry created only for me!”
The screen came crashing down and there she stood! Naked and furious, her hair streaking out into the wind! “No! You treacherous bastard!” she screamed at Er-erikr as she approached him. “You, you have caused me to walk the path of unholiness! To fob someone else’s jewels onto your queen! No!
Do you see this body!” she thrust proudly out her breasts and ran her hands over her belly. “Do you see it?” she bellowed. “You bed me now and this will be forgotten! Now, pull down your trousers and you take me so that all can see the blood run down my legs as you purge me of my virginity!”
Fairly was now standing on the same step as him, her hands pulling on his robes, bringing his face down to hers. “Do me now!”
“Put on the jewels,” his voice was calm and smooth. “As per our agreement.”
“This is your fault,” she shoved him and taking her broom, she broke it in half. Out of the air fell a look-alike. The young woman was lying on her back when Fairly plunged the broken end of the broom into her sister, creating a blood geyser, covering Fairly as she screamed her outrage and shifted.
“What the fuck is that?” Sookie’s voice shook as her hands lit up and the energy stream from them pushed the nightmare away from the king and out onto the lawn!
“To arms!” Ranger yelled as swords were drawn.
With a scream, Fairly was taking flight back towards the godmothers’ abode with Eric in pursuit! Followed by his father and the troops!
“Lord have mercy,” Gran whispered. “Was that some sort of dragon? It looked more like a T Rex, though, with some sort of wings!”
“Neck was not nearly long enough,” Lafayette whispered back. “I am guessin’ that is a good thang. But those teeth…nightmarish teeth all long and nasty and hanging out of that mouth that looked like it could swallow a mini-van!”
“In the dragon clans,” S.I. was fluttering on the breeze, getting ready to open a portal. “We have all heard the stories about how a family of dragons corrupted their purpose.”
“Was that the same family that Ion, the first Sookie’s husband killed?” Samuel asked.
“Starting to look that way,” S.I. replied.
“Holy crap!” Sookie said as she looked around and she was up on the balcony with her family. “O.I. you portaled me this short distance?”
“My job is to keep you and the babe safe,” O.I. replied. “No sass from you my princess. I am under orders and so are you.”
“But…but….! What can I do to help? My hands are itching with the blue flame! I can feel it! I can kill with the best of them!”
In the distance there was the rumble of stones falling and earth tremors began. In the mayhem, there was trumpeting and long, loud, screams of anger that washed through the air and shook the castle along with the battle cries of the warriors.
“I am going up for a look,” S.I. said as he shot up straight into the air. Then he was back. “Fairly is bringing down the godmother’s abode. With all that stone, she is fortifying the underground area. Looks to be keeping that entire area intact.”
“Okay,” Sookie was trying to peer past all the dust and ruble that was in the air. “Damn, it is getting dark. There is a lot of blue lighting bolts being tosses around. Oh, there went a flame. I don’t think that was Eric. It appeared to be coming from her nest…” Sookie stopped and shook her head noas the words kept coming out of her mouth….”no no no no no no….fuck no!” she hissed.
“She is building a nest,” Gran nodded in agreement. “Of course she is. It all makes sense now.”
“Yes,” O.I. nodded. “That endless maze that is down there. All those power streams. Something for her and her children to live off until they become strong enough to storm their way out and into the realm.”
“That would explain those creatures down there,” Samuel was watching the fighting in the distance. “Perhaps Fairly’s brothers and sisters. They all had some type of wings…” and that through trailed off. “Her mother was giving birth to her own warriors.”
“But Fairly cannot get to them,” Sookie was thoughtful. “Yes, her mother spelled them so Fairly could not use them. I wonder if she killed her mother?”
“Now there is an unpleasant thought,” Gran replied as they all felt a shock wave shake the ground.
“Time to get you out of here,” O.I. said. “Our prince will be around to see us once they get this sorted out.”
“But…” Sookie began and then she was standing in their living room.
“I am going to learn how to do that,” she raised an eyebrow at O.I.
“Until then, my princess, you are here, safe, and the men of the family are there gettin’ their warrior on.”
The warriors of the realm were standing around the mound that covered what was once the basement of the godmothers’ abode.
“Do you see how neatly those stones fell onto each other,” Ranger was pacing back and forth. “My king, those rocks have been layered with spells.”
“Yes,” Er-erikr nodded. “The building just collapsed upon itself in perfect order. This was well thought out. There appears to be some type of opening.” Throwing a blue lightning ball at it, it was absorbed into the energy stream that pulsed around the door.
“When you have ages to plot and plan,” Eric was still throwing fireballs at the square, box like fortress that now pushed up out of the ground. “You can layer your energy very creatively.
Can we contain the mound?” he asked as he walked the perimeter, holding his hands in front of him, moving them back and forth weaving his energy stream in an attempt to encompass the structure.
“We can try,” his father responded. “Ranger, anyone with blue flame, have them report here.
Son, I appreciate your power and performance,” his attention was back on Eric. “But go check in with Sookie. I know she is worried.”
“Yes,” he nodded, “I will be right back.”
The portal opened in the living room and Eric stepped through.
Sookie was to him and wrapped herself around him.
Eric pulled her in as close as he could and absorbed her warmth and love.
“Give us the down and dirty,” Lafayette’s voice held worry.
“The godmothers’ abode fell just like a house of cards, one stone neatly stacked on the top of the other. Looks like a one hundred foot by one hundred foot solid mass.
There is an opening that has been warded. Fuck,” he sighed, “every stone in the structure has been warded.”
“But what about the salt you guys threw?” Sookie asked.
“That was not the entire library. Only where we walked.”
“So, do you think those are Fairly’s family that are locked in down there?’
“Yes,” Eric nodded. “I do. And since she is female and some type of lizard…?” There was hesitation in Eric’s voice. “Does she have her own catch of eggs down there someplace? Or…or…”
“Time is on her side,” Samuel was looking at his brother. “Some female lizards reproduce asexually. A male is not required. You said she looked like a T-Rex and dragon mix? Could be she can fertilize her own eggs. If so…” Samuel let that thought trail off.
“I just dropped in to let you know Dad and I are fine. I am going back and doing a visual. Later, I’ll bring him home for a meal.
I love you, Sookie,” he said looking down into her eyes. “I love you. And our child. But I have to do this.”
“I know,” she nodded. “We’ll see you in a bit.”
“Yes,” he kissed her again. “Yes you will.”
A portal opened up and he stepped through and was gone.
“How fucked are we?” Eric asked as he stepped up to his dad.
“Depends on who you ask. The dragons seem to think she is descended from Sugn. Her husband was the dragon that his brother, Ion, killed to protect Sookie the First. No one can swear to it but looking at the type of magic she can do, and the way she looked…
There are rumors aplenty. Apparently Sugn had some odd looking children. Not all true to dragon form. When her husband was killed and skinned for Sookie’s garments, by the way, she retreated to a cave and spent the rest of her days, there. Or so the story goes.”
“Would this cave happen to have been under the godmothers home?”
“That would certainly explain the incredibly high ceiling in that library. It started out as a cavern.” Eric was watching the activity around him.
“You going to be able to spare about an hour for dinner?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Yes,” he took his eyes from the rock covering and focused them on Eric. “Yes.”
“I am going to hover,” Eric hugged his father. “See if I can spot anything odd.”
Laugher escaped from Er-erikr. “Odd my son? Is this not odd enough for you?”
“Father,” he sighed, “I have seen odder.”
“Then this gives me hope,” he smiled at him.
“I’ll be back,” Eric hugged him again and shot up into the sky.
“Now that is odd,” Eric said as he watched the rocks form once more into the godmothers’ home, the blue lightning of the fae, growing with the building. As he approached to look in a window, the building collapsed once more and there was a massive stonewall, still encompassed by the blue flames.
When he landed, his father and Ranger were talking.
“How long?” Eric asked. “How long before it righted itself?”
“About one hour,” Ranger replied. “We are now keeping an exact timepiece on the building. If there is some type of pattern, this might enable us to actually get inside the building before it collapses, again. Get to her lair and kill her.”
“Ranger,” Eric began, his voice earnest. “You have seen what lies down there. And the energy streams…they are countless. And there is no light. If she wants a torch to burn, she will have to light it with a match. If you carry your flame, she will see you coming. That is a death trap for whoever enters.”
The warrior was not to be put off. His sword was at the ready! “And in a thousand years, or maybe a hundred days, she comes out, with countless children that she has bred to be warriors? Are we to live in fear, wondering when she is going to strike? Ready to portal out with our families and abandon our world to this monster and her hideous imaginings?”
“I will go,” Er-erikr said. “Perhaps I can reason with her.”
“Reason with her?” Eric spewed. “Reason with her! Father, there is no reasoning. She could not slay me so she killed her twin sister. Sacrificed her to start this chain of events.
Besides, can you see in the dark?”
“No!” the man answered, the word escaping his lips with horror as he began to see his son’s reasoning! “No you will not go down there! No, I forbid it! As your father and your king! No!”
“Father, I saw Mother’s jewelry,” Eric said softly. “That was very clever mandating that she wear the crown jewels during sex. Yes, she knew exactly who had worn them last and if she had not poisoned them herself, at least knew about it. And I know you want to kill her. But you are not going down there.
Oh, the house is going back up. And it appears the bitch is at the window facing us.”
“Well, well, well,” the fae-looking Fairly called out and waved to those that could see her as she stood at the open window on the top floor. “The king and his heir are here to greet me. Perhaps you both would like to come in for a cup of tea,” she hooted.
“Why don’t you come out,” Eric said in return. “I would be more than happy to pour your blood out upon the rocks that would surly puke you back up.”
“I have no doubt about that, my prince,” she grinned. “But sadly I must refuse your invitation. However, my children would love to sit with you and chew upon your bones.
And they shall,” she winked at them. “Perhaps not right at this moment, but soon. Pity I had to waste the blood of my sister but since I could not bleed you…but, the wheel must turn and I must rule. It was promised to me by my father. Promised to me,” she stressed, “that all these mewling, soft skinned, narcissistic bi-peds and pissy fae would be meals and then we would have this world to ourselves.
Instead,” she shrugged. “We are not there yet. But soon. And I am willing to make a deal. You send Erikr down and remove this…this…purple thing he left in my floor!” she hissed. “And I will wait one thousand years before I rain my madness down on you.”
“My son cannot remove what he did not leave,” Er-erikr said. “So my answer would be no.”
“Pity,” she smiled, “it disrupts my tranquility. So it might be impossible for me to continue here. I think I could take my comfort at the castle,” she licked her lips. “That of course would be as your wife and queen, with your son tucked away on earth will all the portals closed.
I must admit to you, my Er-erikr, I do not trust him. Not from the first time I met him. I know Erikr would have slit my throat at the first hint of indiscretion on my part but I had no idea that his father was just bidding his time and teasing me along to end me as well. Which is refreshing and a bit strange,” her eyes held his.
“As odd as it seems, I find that I enjoy your company Er-erikr. You are charming, handsome and smart. Along with kind and loving. I think that is what angered me the most. Your tenderness towards that Halfling that you married and then did not bring home so that we could have our fun here without having to pay someone to portal us.
And you getting me to agree to the jewels that I used to poison your wife, that was brilliant!
And I have taken safeguards as well. Just so you know, any descendant of your family kills me, they kill you as well.” You could see the words as they came out of her mouth and formed a knife. Then dissipated. “You have seen the spell and watched it disappear into the wind. It is there and it is waiting.
Oh, and I did a little something to the tea. Just a very small something to ensure that the spell works. That knife will track you through any dimension if you think to escape me so easily.
So marry me and be done with this foolishness. You just do not strike me as the type to sacrifice the realm for your own selfish reasons.
So my king, do not be a selfish putz,” she laughed. “Putz. What a fabulous word. Bed me, wed me, let us begin a new reign. Whether or not it is one of terror depends on you. Do you really want to be remembered as the Sookiehawk that let loose the terror of the Sugn Family upon the fae? Is that how you want to go down in our histories?
I will leave the door open in case you or your son change your minds. Or perhaps both will come calling,” she winked. Turning to go she then came back to the window.
“You cannot maintain that pesky fae light forever,” she smiled looking out the window at the building that was woven in a web. “And when the house grows, it takes a bit more from each of you to maintain it. There will come a time very soon when one of you will grow weak and I will grasp the opportunity to place a wedge there.
Of course,” she blew Er-erkr a kiss, “in you heart you say no to our wedded bliss and sleeping arrangements. But we could still go on with the wedding, minus your wife’s jewels. Truly, I should have my own.”
Giving them a brilliant smile, Fairly disappeared from the window and the house collapsed back upon itself.
“Ranger,” Er-erikr’s voice was low and serious. “I need the opportunity to speak with my family. Can you spare me for a bit?”
“Of course my king,” he nodded. Then added in a stern voic. “You are not going down there sire.”
“Ranger, you are a good and trusted friend. But I am your king and I will do what I must to save the realm.
But first, I am going to have dinner with my family.
Son,” he took Eric’s hand and they stepped through the portal.
Dinner was quiet. Everyone lost in thought as they tried to piece together the chain of events.
“Sugn,” O.I. muttered. “So we now knows Fairly is her daughter. And has heard the stories. None of them are nice or for polite company.”
“So Sugn went bat shit crazy when Ion killed her husband,” Sookie said, “and hooked up with whatever monster was interested in getting laid and then locked her children away until she was ready to release them upon fae.”
“Yes,” the three dragons at the table nodded.
“His La La Fineness wants to know how much energy is Fairly pushin’ out when the house goes to original size? Does that drain her magic?”
“I would say it does,” S.I. nodded. “Or she would leave the building its original size and this would cause the fae to be constantly rotated in and out to maintain the energy that keeps her locked within.”
“And this cave she lives in?” Sookie asked.
“Heavily warded,” Er-erikr replied. “To keep others out and to keep, I now believe, Fairly in. I would say her mother had trust issues with her even as a young one.”
“What about earthquakes?” she asked. “Could an earthquake, I mean the big kind that opens up the earth and swallows cars, would that release her?”
Everyone at the table blinked. “Possibly,” Er-erikr replied, worry now on his face. “I have to go, someone is looking for me,” he said. Standing up he walked a few paces away and then was gone.
“What the fuck, O.I.?” Eric seethed. “You are still staring at the place where he popped out. What do you know that you are not telling us?”
“My prince?” he responded, turning to look at Eric, confusion oh his face.
“Your dragon ways do not work on me,” Eric snarled. “So let us stop pretending. Where has he gone?”
“Well…” the king of the dragons began. “I do not know.”
“Were…wolf…shit,” Eric hissed, standing.
“No my prince,” he replied, “I honestly do not know.”
“I can see your reasonin’,” Sookie leaned in. “You are tellin’ the truth, but not the whole truth. You don’t know where he is because he portaled in. So describe where he is physically right now?”
“I did not promise him not to tell you. I was only to tell you after he had died,” came his slow and steady response.
“And just what the fuck do you think he is contemplating doing?” Eric’s voice was low and dangerous. “I think we all know he plans on taking himself down into her lair and he will never walk out as the man we now know.”
O.I. looked at this son who his king had loved and cherished. “He is in a cave in the Ice Mountains of Endless Dreams.”
“Doing what?” Eric asked.
“If you value your little dragon ass, you will take us there, now,” Eric hissed.
Still giving out the free bus rides in Crazy, (so I am leaving you with a bit of a cliffie…)
The ride now includes a free bottle of tequila. You have to bring your own salt-shaker and lemon. Your old Auntie Carroll does not believe in mixing the three. You drink it right out of the bottle, just as the blue agave intended.
As always, thanks for reading!
Be blessed and be the blessing,