Surprises for WIPpet Wednesday
You know, sometimes we just can’t stop characters from talking to us. And, apparently, we can’t force them to talk to us either. *glares at assembled cast of Edge of Darkness lounging around in their bunny slippers* I had something else in mind to share with you this week since I thought I had shared my last bit of How Not to Buy a Dragon last week. Next thing I know, Dachus starts pestering me. He’s a bit put out, you see, and so he’s decided to give you 24ish sentences for the 24th. This follows immediately after last week’s, where Janni has invited him to stay for dinner and given him a room for the night.
Dachus stared down at the clothes laid out on the tiny cot in the room he had been given. Room. He snorted to himself. Closet would be a more apt description. The servants at the palace had larger quarters than this. He should have been awarded a chamber of equal, or at least comparable elegance, to Master Jannis’s. He honestly doubted she slept in such austere surroundings. And she couldn’t honestly expect him to wear the coarse tunic and pants she’d provided. Granted, his own clothes were travel-stained and now wet, but he had others in his saddle bags. Why had no one thought to fetch his bags to him?
He poked his head into the hallway, and looked up and down the corridor.
“You there,” he called when he spotted a young…person…hurrying toward the far end. Dachus found it hard to tell the child’s gender from the back, given the manner of clothing matched what now waited for him, which caused him to wonder if he’d been mistakenly taken to a student’s room. “A moment if you would.”
The figure turned, and Dachus’s jaw dropped open at the startling resemblance she–for it was obviously a girl–bore to Master Jannis. She tipped her head, rested her hands on her hips, and raised both brows. “Are you addressing me?”
The resemblance to the Dracon Hold master was not limited to appearance, it seemed. A younger sister, perhaps? “Do you see anyone else?”
Her green eyes narrowed, and Dachus swallowed.
“My pardon,” he said. “I was wondering if someone could be so kind as to fetch my bags?”
“Yes. They are on my horse.”
The girl smiled. “Ah. Well, in that case, you’ll want to go that way.” She gestured past him. “I’m sure your horse is in the stable.”
I do have something else I may be pulling from if Dachus and Janni decide enough’s enough and join the EoD group for popcorn and ale.
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