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Experiences and Memories 16Once Dew had finished what she was doing, Oleander and her headed through the town. Dew wondered where they were going. Oleander told her he had found a nice looking place on his walk and was taking her there.
Dew was pleased to see that the restaurant he chose was rather high end, though she wondered how he could afford it. Oleander pulled out his coin pouch when she asked and said he had more money than he knew what to do with. They found a server and were seated rather quickly. The restaurant seemed rather empty.
The waiter asked if they wanted tea. After Oleander Dew told him they did, he seemed to run off. Confused, Oleander looked over to where he ran. From behind the door he ducked into two armor clad fairies emerged.
One of the two fairies muttered something to the other as they approached the table. Oleander could not hear what they were saying, but by the way they walked he could not see it being good.
“Queen Solandra requests you return to the capital sir Oleander, eit
Experiences and Memories 15Oleander made his way over to Dew’s house. He expected her to have finished talking with sue when he got back. He was wrong. He found the two still in the middle of conversation when he entered. Dew told him to sit; it was rude of her to force him to leave.
He sat in a chair that was next to Dew. Sue asked what it was that he did. Oleander smiled and said he did not know. Sue asked if that meant he was between jobs. He told her that was one way to put it. Sue asked what he meant by that. In order to stop the line of questioning, Dew told Sue that Oleander was new in town. And that she offered him a temporary job.
Oleander asked when she intended to tell him that. Sue laughed at that. Then said she might want to get going, she had to deliver some herbs across town. She hugged Dew and made her way off.
Dew picked up the tea cups once she left. Oleander followed her into the kitchen as she went to wash them. Oleander produced the necklace and held it out to her. Dew looked at it. It
Experiences and Memories 14Having nothing better to do, Oleander decided to take Dew’s suggestion and look around. Nothing really stood out until he found an odd looking shop that had windows filled with strange looking metal objects. He went into it. As he did an aroma of oil hit him.
He made his way over to a desk where a man was going about strange work. He was inserting and removing small metal pieces from a circular metal object. As Oleander made his way over to him, something popped out of the object and landed next to him.
The man looked up and asked if Oleander could hand it to him. Oleander picked up the small piece of twisted metal and handed it to the man. He set it down on the table and stood up, He whipped his hands with a rag he kept on the table. He then extended his hand and said “Thank you for that”
Oleander shook his hand and asked what he was doing. The man rubbed his hands together and said he was making a watch. Confused, Oleander asked what that was. The man picked one up
Experiences and Memories 13Dew was still in her room when Oleander returned. She heard the door open. She heard the footsteps on the stairs. And she heard the handle on her door get turned. She knew time had run out to make a choice. She slipped the book she was reading under her bed and went up to Oleander. She greeted him and asked how things went.
He tossed her the bag of whatever Lucinda had given him and said fine. He was not able to get the book he wanted but at least he knew one existed.
Dew listened to Oleander talk, but was annoyed he never got to Mirror. It worried her what he had sad about the other girl Oleander remembered.
She decided to ask about it. “He is part of you” She said “And a part that thinks another woman is worth more than me” She shy looked away from Oleander. “Is that what all of you thinks?”
“That depends” said Oleander. He walked up to her and kissed the side of her blushing face. “Am I something to you?”
“I do not kn
Experiences and Memories 12Oleander hurried back to Dew’s place. Not only to get to studying the book, but because of how things had gone with her earlier. He had almost reached her home when Lucinda landed next to him.
He asked how her head was and she said it was fine. “I was actually wondering how Meridew is doing” she looked down while she said this. “I am sorry that I had to leave while she was so hurt”
Oleander told her that Dew was doing fine. She was alive and well. And it was no matter that she left. He told her Dew could walk, so he did not need her to help carry her home.
Lucinda seemed relieved at the news. She tossed a small bag to Oleander. He asked what it was. “My boss said that should help relieve any pain” she patted Oleander on the shoulder. “Wish Meridew good health for me”
“She is rather nice; why not go for her?” commented Mirror as Lucinda flew off. Oleander resisted kicking him to avoid any passerby from thinking something
Experiences and Memories 11Oleander walked over to the Library without talking to Mirror again. He did not understand why Mirror had to be so critical. Or why it seemed that all he said was somewhat true. It was too much for him. He wanted at least some things to be simple.
When they reached the Library and found the door open. Oleander walked in and looked around. Powder was not anywhere to be seen. He checked around the room to no avail. Eventually he asked “Are you in here Powder?”
“No, only me; Charcoal” said Charcoal as he slithered down the stairs, his profile low as if he were stalking something “Powder is out right now”
“Since she is gone, can you give me a book on memory?” asked Oleander, wondering why a fire breathing creature was left in charge of books.
“I can check for one” said Charcoal. He went over to a large cabinet and reared onto his back legs, using the cabinet for support. He pulled out a drawer and shot a flame into it. Oleander ho
Experiences and Memories 10Oleander woke up to the smell of something burning. He got up from the bed and stretched. It was not the most pleasant thing to sleep on, it was stiff and seemed to be ill-used. But he did not want to complain about a kindness.
In the morning lit the room he was in seemed more cramped then the previous night. Boxes were stacked on one wall and a number of potted plants lined the other. He saw a dresser, but when he checked inside of it he only found books in the drawers. He looked at the dirty clothing he still wore. The coat and pants were damaged, but still seemed nice. And the undershirt was for the most part unstained. He placed his jacket on the bedpost and made for the door. His foot knocked into a basin of water on the floor. He scrubbed his hands in it and splashed it into his face.
Once fully awake, he went into the kitchen. He found Meridew making something. He snuck up behind her what she was doing. She jumped about a foot, than hit him on the head. He replied to this with &
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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