We're all kids again

My sister and I are fighting over the TV remote. Okay okay, let's settle this at once, we'll play heads or tails with a coin, Heads I win, tails you lose! okay? Ha ok ok, just flip the coin. Heads, I win. Sad and defeated, I hand over the remote to the evil old hag and go to the corner to sit and sulk. As I replay the coin flip in my head over and over again, I realize that the trickster, had once again tricked me using her evil methods. I hate the witch. We explode into violence, throwing hands and scratching faces, inevitably drawing the keeper of heart and health's attention and away from her duties at the gastro forge. Elsewhere the wisdom bearer goes about his day, unaware of the rumble in his living room. Throughout the day, he encounters pillars of their houses, name givers and guiding hands as part of his daily quest. Some he shares wisdom with, some, a cup of tea, others he buys wares for coin and others, he sells wares for coin.

The sun sets and the wisdom bearer returns home to find the witch and the gremlin still fighting in front of a defeated life-giver looking hopeless at her state. Images flash, name givers and pillars of the house, all return to their respective abodes to find their own tiny tornadoes, chaos goblins and mess machines have turned their homes upside down. We're all kids again. Our paths were meant to cross.