I’m feeling a bit like this at the moment…
…only I can’t really say why…or rather, don’t want to say why. For Reasons. One being that I suspect I may ultimately wind up feeling more like this…
But that’s the way things roll, isn’t it? Eventually, one way or the other, I’ll be able to share the reasoning, and I will. For now, I’m going to bask, because I haven’t had cause to in a long while and it feels damn good.
Quick ROW80 update…none. 🙁 Haven’t really made progress on my original goals. Not to say I’ve been doing nothing. Just nothing on that list.
And that brings us right up to WIPpet Wednesday. Continuing on with the Dachus’s tale…which really needs a title *hint, hint*…you get a bonus today, slightly over 30 sentences for the 30th. You’re getting the bonus because of the rare fine mood I’m in, and because this brings us to the conclusion of this section. I also included the final line of last week’s to get you rolling. It is Jannis speaking in the beginning. As always, you can find all that preceded this by going here.
“I suppose I should offer you lodging for the night. Unless you intend to head back today?”
“I told you –“
“Yeah, and I told you. Now, just who do you think has the power around here, hmm?”
“The Proupunua’s power extends to all corners of his realm.”
Her lips curved upwards but Dachus couldn’t really call the expression a smile. Not even a fake one.
“If you care to go home and send the propownow to talk to me in person, feel free. He’ll get no further, I assure you. I’ve given you my best advice. Take it or not. I’m offering you a place to spend the night. Take that or not as well. Your choice.”
“You do realize that I could return with a full compliment of soldiers?”
The stillness following his declaration scared Dachus more than the snapping jaws of the dragon had. He shuffled his feet, ran two fingers under his collar, and waited for death. It seemed imminent.
Master Jannis’s face showed nothing but serene calm. “Did you just threaten the Dracon Hold?”
Even with a loosened collar Dachus had difficulty swallowing. “Of course not.” His voice squeaked. “I just mean to impress upon you the importance of my mission.”
“The fact your mission is important to you, Dachus Branacous, emissary of the Proupunua’s private court, does not make it important to me. What is not important to me, is even less so to the Dracon Hold.”
“Is there no one above you?” Dachus bit his lip. Stop sounding so damned desperate, he chided himself. He clasped and unclasped his hands, patted his thighs, took a deep breath and —
— ducked just in time to miss the bucket aimed at his head. Thankfully it contained only water. That did not miss him. By the time he looked up from trying to brush if off his doublet, Master Jannis had left.
Dachus…*sigh* You are such a flaming idiot.
And with that, I leave you to it.
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