“This is a lingerie shop, Mheegan. Isobel and I are about to buy her some unmentionables. You are welcome to stay if you want, but I doubt you want to. I think running around on green wet grass is more your thing?” Radagast’s voice was soft and kind.
“Yes, yes, that would be better.” Mheegan frowned.
“Okay, then let Isobel out, and we can let you have a run tonight after dinner. How does that sound?” Radagast beamed.
“Once is not nearly enough.” She looked wide-eyed around the room at all the funny things. It looked a little like a torture chamber or something. “Okay, tonight is fine.” Giving a slight shiver, she was gone and Isobel was back.
“I’m so sorry Radagast! She must have really been frightened to react that way. She has never been able to push me back like this before.” Isobel
