The Alpha's Little Fairy

Chapter 5

[A/N: Check the end for a glossary at the end of all the phrases!]

 “Avo? Warren? My name is Roderick,” stated the man who looked so much like my dead grandfather confusedly. An expression of understanding overcame his face and he suddenly snapped. “Vos ex luco?” he asked in a poorly accented rendition of our language.

“Immo!” I responded, glad to finally meet someone who spoke my language albeit poorly. “Are you familiar with a Warren Lakespur? He was my Grandpapa.”

The man looked so happy. “He was the Sodalis of Suzette, right?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed happily. “How did you know of him?” I asked, frantic for answers. In fact, so frantic I did not even remember the fact Evan was here with us – until he cleared his throat.

“Care to explain?” he questioned us, glancing in between with a single brow raised.

“Lucus circa nouit ille?” questioned Roderick.

I shook my head. “Not yet.”

“Oh,” responded Roddy, dragging it out. “Well son,” he continued, turning towards the Alpha, “It’s up to Brucie to tell you. Would you mind leaving us alone?”

I was ready for Andrew and Evan to get angry or jealous or something, but apparently the confusion was too much. He walked out of the room in a daze, confusion seeping from him. I watched him, looking at his retreating figure for some reason. I couldn’t like him, but I just watched him and his body until the door swung shut. And then I looked at the closed door, imagining him still.

Roddy cleared his throat. “So, what is it you asked, milady?”

“Please, call me Brucie,” I insisted. I honestly hate that sometimes, the titles and such. But I suppose that is the animals’ way of showing respect.

“You asked how I knew Warren Lakespur, isn’t that right, Brucie?” re-asked the elder.

I smiled and nodded. “Yes. How did you know my Grandpapa?”

“I’m his brother, his twin actually,” he confessed in one breath. His confession did not stop there, though. “Before Suzette left with him and transfigured him, he told me everything. I almost didn’t believe him, but I still kept it a secret all these years. The pack thinks he joined Suzette’s pack or went to live a human life with her.” He finished, kneeling in front of the bed where I was still seated.

I sat there stunned, trying to process the information Roddy just gave me. He is my Grandpapa’s twin, basically he is also my Grandpapa. “Please say something,” he begged.

“Should I call you Roddy or Avo?” I asked stupidly, still astounded by the revelation.

He chuckled. “I would prefer Roddy, but I can understand if you feel more comfortable calling me Avo.” Using the bed to help stabilize himself, Roddy pulled himself up slowly, revealing his age. And here I am just sitting here!

I jumped up, offering my hand to him which he gripped strongly. Letting him take my seat on the bed, I went to kneel before him instead. “I have some faerie dust which might help,” I offered.

Roddy smiled warmly at me, his wrinkles crinkling to show that he smiled often. “If you would, Brucie. My bones are so old.”

I could not help but chuckle at that as I went to my suitcase. “All of you is old, old man,” I replied as I dug through my bag. He just laughed in response.

“Not that,” I muttered, accidentally grabbing my bag of leaves. “Not that either,” I muttered again as I put back my bottle of pixie dust. That stuff is dangerous and few Fae can harness enough control to actually do good with it. It is mainly for causing mayhem. “Finally!” I exclaimed, grabbing the enchanted bottle I use to hold my faerie dust. It is about the size of my hand in length and is thin like a medium tree branch.

Do not let the size fool you; it can hold enough faerie dust for about 10 uses, maybe 15 if one is extra careful with your portions. Taking out the cork, I took out a pinch, but then added a second pinch to give Roddy good health. Re-corking the bottle, I shoved it back in my suitcase, careful to zip it back up.

“Here, Roddy. Close your eyes.” Before closing them, he gave me a playful eye roll and a chuckle. Taking a deep breath, I commanded the dust, ossa eius sanabunt senex et da ei bonum salute, imbuing it with that power before blowing it on him.

I watched the dust shimmer in the air for a few seconds before drifting onto Roddy and disappearing like it should. “You can open your eyes now,” I told him happily. “It should start getting better in about ten minutes.”

“Thank you, Brucie,” he replied, equally joyfully. He got up and gave me a hug, the type of hug that is warm and comforting, the type of hug only family can give you. After a minute, he released me and took a step back, eyeing me up and down.

“I can see the Breene blood in you,” he announced proudly. “You have Warren’s hair, without a doubt. I’ve never seen a pixie with hair that shade of raven black.”

“He once had black hair!” I exclaimed, utterly surprised. I mean, I only ever saw him with his shockingly white hair…

“Did you think he was born with white hair?” he asked with a chuckle. “He wasn’t always an old man, you know.”

Well now do I not feel silly…

Roddy just chuckle a little more. “Don’t worry, Brucie. I’m sure you could never see me as a sporting young lad with youthful spry either just as I could never see you as an old Grandmama.”

I tried to see him as Roderick, the strong young man with black hair and not wearing a tunic, I honestly did, but I just could not picture it. Roddy, the old man with joint problems, tunic-less?

“Any success, little milis?” he asked jovially.

“Nope,” I responded, popping the ‘p’. “I just cannot see you without your tunic.”

Roddy laughed, which I realized must be his favorite thing to do. “I couldn’t see you in a floral Grandmama’s dress baking cookies either, so I think we’re good.” I joined in with his laughter, enjoying our time together. Though we only just met, it seems like I have known Roddy forever.

Ever since Avo Warren passed away a few years ago, Avia Suzette basically shut herself out from the world and I have not met any of my Grandparents because my father’s died when he was a child. I have been missing this…

Glossary:

Vos ex luco? > You are from the Grove?

Immo! > Yes!

Lucus circa nouit ille? > Does he know about the Grove?

Ossa eius sanabunt senex et da ei bonum salute. > Heal his old bones and grant him good health.

Milis > Sweet *Irish/Gaelic