Mercury sipped at his tea. All around him, his grandmother's birds fluttered and screamed. His dragon snapped at any that came close.
"Oh, you brought that foul thing with you." Grandma said with a sneer. She cooed at the offended bird as it flew to her.
"Of course I did, Grandma. He's my familiar." Mercury said, forever calm. He brushed back his long white blond hair and continued to sip at his over-steeped tea.
Grandma snorted and grabbed her own cup. "You could have chosen better." She told him.
"I chose the best, Grandma." Mercury didn't bother to look at the woman. He didn't want to feed into her drama.
Grandma muttered under her breath, low enough that Mercury couldn't hear her for once. She put her cup down with a loud click.
YOU ARE READING
February 2019
RandomI'm writing a drabble a day, every day, for a year. This is February's batch.
