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piosenniel · 01-10-2003, 01:09 PM

‘Tomorrow evening, Cami?’ Pio’s brow furrowed, and her hand went up to rub the back of her neck. Cami recognized the inauspicious sign. ‘I am so sorry, but I cannot let you have it off.’ Cami’s face fell, and her bottom lip trembled. ‘Is there no other evening you can arrange to take off? Any other evening than tomorrow would do.’ She took her friend’s hands in hers. ‘I need you here to run the Inn for me. I will be away. Some business to attend to.’

Earlier in the day, Amaranthas Bolger had sent her great grandson, Milo, to the Inn with an invitation for Pio to attend her at dinner – Amaranthas’ place tomorrow evening. When Pio had heard him out, she said she must check her schedule to see if she might come. Milo gasped at this answer, and blanched. ‘Your pardon,’ Ms. Pio, he said, ‘but Great-grandmama said I was to wait until you told me what time you might arrive. And no one ignores what She asks them to do.’ Milo held his ground before the Elf, hands behind his back, fidgeting nervously. He had no intention of facing the old dragon with Pio’s present answer.

The Elf laughed, setting him somewhat at ease. ‘So, the Old Dragon, has issued more of a command appearance, than an invitation, has she?’ Milo’s face turned beet red, and he dropped his gaze to floor, studying intently the wood’s grains. He wondered if it were true that Elves had a tricksy way of picking up the thoughts of others. He had heard so from Great-grandmama. He looked up hopefully at Pio. Her grey eyes held his, and she nodded her head in assent.

‘Tell her I will attend her at four in the afternoon. I shall bring some wine, and we can loosen our tongues before we eat.’ Smiling warmly at him, she gave him a few small coins for his time, and sent him on his way.

Milo bobbed his head at her, and scurried toward the door, eager to get the return message delivered and a bag of sweets for himself and his mates to share. He was nearly out the door when he heard her last words to him.

‘And Milo . . . tell her it’s not a tricksy way, at all!’

01-10-2003, 01:09 PM	#736
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	‘Tomorrow evening, Cami?’ Pio’s brow furrowed, and her hand went up to rub the back of her neck. Cami recognized the inauspicious sign. ‘I am so sorry, but I cannot let you have it off.’ Cami’s face fell, and her bottom lip trembled. ‘Is there no other evening you can arrange to take off? Any other evening than tomorrow would do.’ She took her friend’s hands in hers. ‘I need you here to run the Inn for me. I will be away. Some business to attend to.’ Earlier in the day, Amaranthas Bolger had sent her great grandson, Milo, to the Inn with an invitation for Pio to attend her at dinner – Amaranthas’ place tomorrow evening. When Pio had heard him out, she said she must check her schedule to see if she might come. Milo gasped at this answer, and blanched. ‘Your pardon,’ Ms. Pio, he said, ‘but Great-grandmama said I was to wait until you told me what time you might arrive. And no one ignores what She asks them to do.’ Milo held his ground before the Elf, hands behind his back, fidgeting nervously. He had no intention of facing the old dragon with Pio’s present answer. The Elf laughed, setting him somewhat at ease. ‘So, the Old Dragon, has issued more of a command appearance, than an invitation, has she?’ Milo’s face turned beet red, and he dropped his gaze to floor, studying intently the wood’s grains. He wondered if it were true that Elves had a tricksy way of picking up the thoughts of others. He had heard so from Great-grandmama. He looked up hopefully at Pio. Her grey eyes held his, and she nodded her head in assent. ‘Tell her I will attend her at four in the afternoon. I shall bring some wine, and we can loosen our tongues before we eat.’ Smiling warmly at him, she gave him a few small coins for his time, and sent him on his way. Milo bobbed his head at her, and scurried toward the door, eager to get the return message delivered and a bag of sweets for himself and his mates to share. He was nearly out the door when he heard her last words to him. ‘And Milo . . . tell her it’s not a tricksy way, at all!’ __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.