I gently pushed Sausage off of me. "Tired already?" he smirked. "Shut up" I growled. "But I can't shut up, I need to talk of your handsomeness" he grinned. I playfully pushed his face away. "I hate you but in a good way" I mumbled.
I heard familiar footsteps down the corridor outside my room. "S#!+, Sausage get in the closet" I said, quickly jumping off my bed. "Wait why?" he asked confused. "Just get in there" I said dragging him off the bed and into the closet.
I quickly slammed the door behind him. And then opened it again to grab a scarf and cover my neck. "Fwhip you in there?" Gem called, knocking on the door. I quickly wrapped the scarf round my neck to hide the hickey Sausage had given me. "Come in" I said.
"Hey Fwhip, how are you doing?" she asked as she entered my room. "Doing great, you?" I asked nervously. "Alright, came over to remind you about the big meeting for tomorrow" she said. "Oh right, I totally didn't forget about it" I lied.
"Sure you didn't, wanna go dragon racing?" she asked. "Ummm... sure, just let me get my dragon racing scarf". "When did you get a dragon racing scarf?" she asked. "Gem I have a scarf for every occasion". "Okaay well meet me outside in 5 minutes" she said before leaving the room.
I waited for her footsteps to fade before getting Sausage out of my closet. "Could've given me a warning there" he huffed. "I know I'm sorry" I apologised. "I thought we were still having fun" he whined. "Yes but I didn't wanna draw Gem's suspicion" I explained. "I'll back as soon as possible, don't put on a shirt while I'm gone" I said grabbing a different coloured scarf. "I'll be waiting" he drawled kissing my forehead.
I rushed out of my room and outside as fast as I could. Gem was already in the air. "Come on slowpoke!!" she yelled as another dragon landed. I mounted on the dragon and pulled on its reins. The dragon shot into the air letting a loud roar. "Race you to Valian and back" Gem yelled. "You're on" I yelled back.
Some people say flying is scary but its not. Its an amazing feeling actually. Seeing the world from above, being amongst the clouds and cutting through the wind. The drone of air running past your face, its so relaxing.
.... "Your majesty"
"Huh?". "Would you mind if I shut the window?". "Sure.. and for the last time Fawn call me Scott". "Of course your... Scott". She closed the window blocking out the sound of the droning wind outside.
"I don't get you sometimes" I mumbled. Clearly I didn't mumble low enough and she asked "How so?". "You keep switching your personas" I explained. "Oh I see, so you would prefer if I called you blueberry head during council meetings?" she asked sarcastically. "Know what? Continue with the no nonsense persona".
"Back to the matter on hand" Fawn started, wiping the smirk off her face. A guard walked into the room handed her a pouch. "The search team found this in the ruins of Chioni" she said emptying the pouch onto the desk. "Charmies" I muttered, picking up the small cluster of crystals.
"The assassins aren't just from Rivendell, they're from the Crystal Cliffs as well" Fawn growled. "And probably from all over" I added. "This needs to end now or at least reduce their numbers" she said firmly. I could only think of one way to do that.
"I could go to the 'meeting'" I suggested. "But what about.... him?" Fawn asked. "He is not the reason I'm going, I go to the meeting, explain the problem and leave" I said. "I could go for you if you want" she offered. "No, its my responsibility to sort this out" I said firmly. "Fine but I'm going with you" she insisted. "But-". "No buts" she spat slamming her fist on the desk.
The charmie rolled off the desk and shattered on impact blowing up with a bright purple light.
.... Colourful
