Day Eleven - Afternoon

     The Glenholm Boys are loitering about the road again. Not as many this time as there were last, but no matter. Casper sneaks his way around them, pondering whether it’s worth the hassle of approaching them. He’s already suffered his share of unpleasant encounters this morning and the other boys tend to be a bit… much.

     No, they aren’t worth the trouble. Casper isn’t feeling up to the task. Some other time perhaps, but not now. Not today. He just…

     He turns his back on the other boys. He’s not sure what he wants right now, uncertain as to what made him come to town in the first place, but it’s not to play until his worries go away. This isn’t the kind of thing that he can ignore and wish away until the storm blows over. He really screwed up this time, went and blew his top and spouted off to Glenholm’s very own infamous witch-man, of all people.

Day Eleven - Morning and Midday

     Balor doesn’t come into the greenhouse that morning. He’s taking the whole ‘giving Casper his space’ thing more seriously than Casper had given him credit for. At any rate, the lack of disturbances lets him rest easy this morning and through the night. He appreciates the space. He feels more centered for it and, after the day he had yesterday, he needs it.

     But that’s enough ruminating. Today’s a brand-new day. Best he get his morning affairs in order.

Day Ten - Midday to Night

     One is not exempt from working simply because someone else is doing the hardest part of the job; here’s a lesson Casper learns the hard way. Apparently, when Balor said they’d be doing this ‘together’, he meant together ‘together’, as in “While I do not expect you to perform the burden of ridding the brush I do think you are capable of more than idling to the side and giving advise on where to set the latest uprooted piece of the thicket.” That said, Balor tosses aside the sapling in his hands onto the neat pile that’s since amassed to the side of their ever-growing clearing.

     Casper watches the tree go flying with as much ease as one might throw a matchstick. “I dunno ‘bout that. You look to be handlin’ it pretty damn well by yerself.” Any and all contributions on his part will look like nothing in comparison to what Balor can do. Casper adds superhuman strength onto his ever-growing list of what amazing and terrible things a witch man is capable of; he puts it right between magics and talking with more big words than he’s heard in his life.