sibling that could draw the words from Hob Countless centuries passed without success for the siblings Eventually, they grew bored of their failed attempts, turned to their own worries and pursuits, and gradually forgot about Hob The Material Plane was fast becoming rich with life and intelligent non-fey creatures began to arise, distracting the mogwoi from old concerns Always the most impulsive and unpredictable of the mogwoi, Flibbertigibbet had long ago developed a curious fascination with Hob and could not stay away for long, returning again and again to spill out his tales of the world and the amazing creatures he kept discovering in it On one such return, however, the elder mogwoi was nowhere to be found Flibbertigibbet’s curiosity took control of his actions as he determined to discover where Hob had gone and why After many decades of searching, Flibbertigibbet finally found Hob in a lush, secluded valley surrounded by impossible mountains He was sitting quietly in the middle of a swamp playing in the mud Flibbertigibbet approached him and began to rattle off all the tales that he had bottled up, but no words came out Instead, images appeared in his mind—a whirlwind of images that bore little meaning for him—and simultaneously he felt thoughts being pulled from his own mind The normally chittering Flibbertigibbet was struck dumb with confusion As he resignedly sat within the mucky fen and simply watched, he could now see that Hob was in a frenzy of activity Glancing around, Flibbertigibbet saw for the first time hundreds of little mud statues and realized that Hob wasn’t playing but creating Fascinated, Flibbertigibbet watched for days, as Hob shaped the mud without ever, seemingly, acknowledging the intrusion Flibbertigibbet continued to watch as Hob time and time again performed the ritual to bring each individual sculpture to life as a living fey and realized that he had previously seen these creatures in his mind among the images transmitted by Hob Was Hob communicating with him? Unfortunately, the images had gone by too fast and were seemingly too random to convey any sense of a narrative Flibbertigibbet eventually left Hob to his work, secure in the notion that he had won the bet hob