Re: Æthercoil: Togetherness
JB just gave Angel a sheepish grin as he offers his own cup for some tea. “Something tells me that Meiou needed to cool his jets. My apologies in advance if you feel that there’s two guys fighting over ya.”
Which was definitely the case in Meiou’s head, because Sarah could hear Jamie scold him with the connection. ‘You’ll do well not to go there with that mouse, rabbit. That court jester took down four power-hungry would-be despots by now, including one king right off his throne. Sir Johnny Briz will make short work of you, and then what would I do for a snuggle bunny buddy?’
All of the sudden, something in Sarah’s mind got knocked loose:
Meiou was standing there next to Pippkin in his office. He was handing him a report on a possible monarch visiting town, with more than enough jewels and coin to attract attention. “Let’s see. He’s got two guards, four knights, his queen wife, his prince son, and some jester.” He turned to Meiou. “Did you get any names, chap?”
Meiou rattled off a bunch of names that the memory didn’t quite reveal until he got to the end: “…and the court yester is a mousefolk by the name of Johnny Briz.”
When Meiou uttered that name, the otherwise unshable rabbit gentleman thief, someone who would steal the crown from the Ghaele Queen right in front of the winged elf, felt as if the air plunged to below freezing. He looked as if someone was doing a tapdance on his grave.
“Johnny Briz?” Pippkin said, his voice actually showing concern.
Meiou felt himself nod.
Pippkin then ripped the report to shreds. “We avoid this one. Nobody is to get even close to this monarch, especially with that mouse jester around!”
As Sarah’s memory returns to the here and now, she heard Jamie’s voice again. ‘And don’t tell me that you don’t remember that, Meiou!’
Jamie’s momentary grumble stopped when the waitress smiled at her. She smiled back, turning on the charm. “Oh, you’re just too sweet, hon. I’m from the Black Forest Coven, where I learned the craft from the three princ—er, the three Grandmother Witches, Snow, Cindy, and Aurora.” Jamie still calls them by their nicknames, from a time that she could remember if she sits quiet and thinks long enough. “I’m glad that you liked my little trick there, there’s a lot more where that came from, I assure you. Once I even settle down into a proper home base, I might even teach some others how to do them.”