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Posted on December 31, 2016 at 07:33:00 PM by tahl & ihintza
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Tahl was thoroughly put out that our Omniety adventure ended with him beating rugs outside the castle. I say beating. It was more of a light tapping. “Hit it harder,” I told him crossly. He heaved such an enormous, sorrowful sigh that he earned himself some sympathetic smiles from a few passing noblewomen. We’d been just outside the castle bubble when Tahl’s newfound divinity left him and he reverted to being in his own body. We’d had to make a quick break for the bubble, the nearest source of air, and had been more or less stuck there once we’d broken through. The guards had been delighted to see Tahl again and had set him straight to work, informing him that he had two weeks of manual labour left before his community service was up. Their insistence pleased me, I must admit. Tahl had yet to learn that thievery was unacceptable in civilised society. Tahl tapped the rug again and coughed pointedly when a meagre speck of dust flew off it. I rolled my eyes at him and resumed my usual habit of hissing at anyone who came too close. Tahl is not practiced or gifted at many things, but one thing he is capable of doing is smiling or talking his way out of something he doesn’t want to do. I had no doubt that if I left him to his own devices for more than about ten minutes, I’d return to find him sunbathing while some poor sucker beat the rugs for him. I don’t know what I did in a previous life to be cursed with such a bone idle fairy in this one, but it must have been something awful. I flattened my ears to my head and swished my beautiful ringed tail at a serving-girl who stepped too close. She was young, pretty, dreamy-eyed – exactly the kind of target Tahl would prey on. At the mere sight of me, she jumped nervously and continued on her way. “It’s no wonder I don’t have any friends.” Tahl muttered. “You don’t have any friends because you don’t want any.” I reminded him, nettled. How dare he accuse me of such a thing? Me! His only companion in the world. He shrugged in a most annoying manner and tapped the rug again. I would rather like to have strung him up and beaten him along with the rug, but even I have my limits. |
tahl is 19, average height, fair skin, black wavy hair. he has black and gold streaked eyes, like a sunset. ihintza, his familiar, is a common genet.
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