Callista stood with a steadying paw on the rail
as she overlooked the raising of the anchor for the airship. Her
ears flicked, sunlight glinting off her earrings. She turned her head
at the sound of footsteps and eyed the norn who joined her at the
port bow.
“Are you not a lieutenant now,
Köttrdóttir?”
“Já,” Caedyn grumbled. Of course the
sharp eyed charr would notice her lack of officer insignia. “Ain't
time ta mess wi' fussy stuff fer yer armor inna war, says I.” The
norn made a face under Callista's steady gaze. “Ack! Shaddup,
Ironmaker.”
“I said nothing.”
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Prompt: Fretful
Something was not right.
So many unanswered letters, Diana was beginning to fear the worst. Finally her latest and shortest missive, a simple 'Where are you? Please write, dear.' got a reply.
“Ms. Motley”
Motley. The Jester airship.
That was all. Scribbled in Zaree's hand, and written on the back of Diana's note in a way that was quite unlike the crisp, fresh return letters she was used to. Diana looked over it again as she approached the Di Bette house. There was only one person she knew who could possibly tell her where the Jesters and their ship were.
So many unanswered letters, Diana was beginning to fear the worst. Finally her latest and shortest missive, a simple 'Where are you? Please write, dear.' got a reply.
“Ms. Motley”
Motley. The Jester airship.
That was all. Scribbled in Zaree's hand, and written on the back of Diana's note in a way that was quite unlike the crisp, fresh return letters she was used to. Diana looked over it again as she approached the Di Bette house. There was only one person she knew who could possibly tell her where the Jesters and their ship were.
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