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Mykkal and Rakkora
“Good morning, Future Queen of Anivir, Lytyr Raylynne Garrick. My name is Mykkal Tennille, and Rakkora Gustovson is your personal demon.
Having spent several hundreds of years preparing for this day, it’s a very special one to us, and we’re hoping in the end, you’ll feel the same way,” the magix elder said.
“Welcome, both of you. It would be appreciated if you took off your shoes out there and came in. Having looked forward to your arrival for a few weeks, I began to think this day would never come,” the royal one told her guests.
“I want to thank you for inviting us in, the sky is still dark, but it is scorching hot out there, and I swear I was going to melt.” the demon said.
“You’re welcome, I’ve been out there in those muggy, sweltering temperatures of nearly one hundred degrees without the sun, and I wouldn’t leave anyone in such conditions. In this place, there is always something to eat on the stove, and if not, wait for a few minutes, and somebody will be preparing something. I think it’s only fair for the two of you to know that, while they have not officially moved in, my best friend, Cassandra, and my ‘Creation’ partner, Nomo are always here. Neither of us tease her about it, but Sandra cannot cook, so she cleans the kitchen after we’ve eaten. He and I have been trying to teach her how to make something simple for herself, but everything comes out looking like nuggets of coal. Therefore, she cannot touch the stove unless one of us is in here with her. I’ll go through other stuff as the day wears on, I’m tired, and my thoughts are not coming together properly. Oh, I know what my problem is, I haven’t had any coffee yet. Also, please forgive my chattiness, it’s a coping mechanism. Once I’ve gotten to know the both of you a little better, my talking will be reduced.” Lytyr explained.
“I want you to know that neither myself nor my friend is anyone spectacular, we are both elves just like you are, and we are not divine beings. Meaning that, we both realize no one is perfect, and your idiosyncrasies do not bother us,” Mykkal said.
“Besides, I am the one who has to learn the way of the elves, and not the other way around. So, don’t worry about changing yourself for either of us, and definitely don’t worry about how much you talk. I’ve dealt with many things that would be considered worse than that”, Rakkora said.
“Thanks, y’all don’t know what that means,” the royal one said. She went to the sink, removed the kettle from the neck of the faucet, filled the container with water, and placed it on the back burner of the stove. Then the royal one searched the far corners of the shorts she wore, and eventually retrieved a book of matches, which she used to ignite the pilot-light.
“If y’all drink coffee, to be a decent host, I’ll prepare your first cup, but after that, you’re on your own. Same thing with meals, I’ve never been responsible for anyone, except myself, and until I decide to have children, I won’t take on that job. Therefore, after your first meal, you’ll prepare the things you eat, once they’re cooked. I swear, I’m not trying to make this sound like a bunch of rules, yet no matter how I try, the attempt seems futile,” the royal one said.
“You were saying earlier that your best friend and your “Creation” partner are always here, will they be joining us, this morning? The professor inquired.
“Both of them should get here around eight or nine, it usually depends on what time they wake up. Why?” She asked.
“Just curious to meet them,” he said.
“Oh, alright. Well, they usually knock to be sure I’m awake, and I’ll let you know when they get here”, Lytyr said.
“Where is your restroom?” Rakkora inquired.
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A couple of hours later, as the strangers and the royal one were getting to know one another, there was a knock. When she answered it, Cassandra was removing her boots, which she placed together and left by the door. Then, after being prompted, the citizen entered the kitchen.
Though she could not pin-point the exact issue, the young elf knew things did not feel the way they normally did when she would visit, but was unsure of what she might need to say, so she stayed quiet. She had always heard, “Sometimes, the best thing to say is nothing at all”, and decided silence was the best recourse for the moment.
Stepping into the room, she could see there were guests, and she extended her hand to begin introductions.
“Hello, my name is, Cassandra, and I’m Lytyr’s best friend”, the citizen said.
“My name is, Rakkora, and I’m another of her friends,” the demon said.
“Hold on, Sandra, I’m sorry, what a terrible hostess I’m being. Please, allow me to introduce you to, Professor Mykkal, he’s another friend of mine,” the royal one said.
“You know me, Lytyr, when I smell B. S., I have to call it,” she said.
“What are you calling,”B. S.?” The royal one inquired.
“The fact that you’ve called them both your ‘friend’ is what I’m calling, B. S. I have known you since before either of us could walk or talk, I’ve met every friend, acquaintance and associate you’ve ever known, and I’ve never heard those names. Therefore, you’re being a horrible hostess for lying to me,” her best friend said with tears in her eyes.
“Oh, Sandra, I hate to admit it, but you’re right. I am a horrible hostess for lying to you, and they’re not my friends. Well, not yet, but we have been getting to know each other. Honestly, they are the two ‘strangers’ spoken of in Morty’s message. Can you ever forgive me for being deceitful?” The royal one asked.
“Yes, but only if you make breakfast, I’m starving. I’ll think of other ways you can make it up to me,” Cassandra said.
“That’s fair, I owe you a few favors for lying to you. What sounds good?” The royal one inquired.
“Create your ‘breakfast medley blend’ of eggs and bacon and vegetables, because I want ‘breakfast tacos”, the citizen said.
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Over the next few weeks, all of the elves living in Lytyr’s hut on “Raylynne Road”, spent time getting to know each other, and they were capable of setting up times during the week when the royal elf could begin the training she and Rakkora needed. The strangers quickly became friends with everyone in the house, sharing in the chores, and providing care for the creatures, helped to win them over.
The place Lytyr lived in was her home, she was capable of having visitors any time she wanted, and there was no need to ask for permission from any of the school officials to have guests; yet, she met with the chancellor in order to inform her of the elves who would be moving in, and making her house their home. In meeting with the school official, the royal one explained about the nine personal demons, their creators, and how hers had finally come into her life.
“I’ve been aware of their existence since my best friend, Nerville Sufarian came up with the novel concept, and I am aware of the fact that you cannot turn them away. Take care of them the best way you know how, let them know that I can find them something to do during the times when you’re in school, and thanks for telling me. I mean, it’s not like you had to, I’ve known Mykkal for many, many years, and he’s a great one. I don’t, however, think that I’ve ever met, Rakkora,” Chancellor McCall said in response to the royal one’s news.
“I’ll be sure to bring her to meet you, soon, and of course, I would tell you about anyone who comes along and needs to move in. I mean, as far as I’m aware, there’s not going to be anyone else to move in, but…well, you know what I’m trying to say, right?” She asked.
“I do know what you mean, be sure to pass my message on, and I’ll be looking forward to meeting that demon of yours,” the school official said.
“We’ll be by to see you,” the royal one said as she left the office.
Since she’d made a short trip, her mare, Centry took the royal one to meet with the chancellor, and she decided, on the way home that it was time for the horse to run. It had been a while since the last time the creature had an opportunity to break into a long-legged stride, and her owner allowed the beast to do just that. Though she’d always been diligent about the care of the majestic animal, but recently, she’d been neglectful on her exercises, which caused the elven owner to promise she’d be more attentive to all of her needs.
It had been early morning when they’d started out, but the sun had risen to the center of the sky, indicating that it was noon, and time for lunch. Lytyr had not allowed the horse to stray too far from home, she had been told that Mykkal would be preparing the mid-day meal, and she’d promised to be on time. It would be the first time, since the strangers’ arrival, that either of them attempted to make any food, and she was excited to find out whether or not the professor could cook. The royal one manipulated the reins in order to point the mare in the direction of home, they made it to “Raylynne Road”, quickly, and for that the elf was pleased. Her stomach had begun to make sounds indicating the need for nutrition a few minutes before, causing the desire to get to their hut, rapidly. Much like certain members of the royal bloodline, she had to maintain appropriate sugar-levels by eating an the right amount of food throughout the day, if not, there were consequences to be paid; several times, she’d allowed her levels too drop far enough that she wound up in the emergency room, and one time the issue, almost killed her. Since that day, Lytyr had been capable of knowing when she needed to eat so well that she referred to the feeling as a “spidey-sense”, and she always kept something sweet within easy access of her mouth. Still, the royal one could maintain the strict dietary guidelines she’d learned about over the years, and her pancreas would not produce enough natural sugars. It was an illness that everyone had an opinion on how to treat it, but no one ever had enough common sense to place candy in her mouth when she could not do it for herself. There had only ever been two elves who were capable of assisting the royal one during a sugar-level drop, and she rarely left home without one of them in-tow. Whenever she would choose to venture out alone, her pockets were filled with candy, she gave her roommates the route she’d be traveling, and there was always someone nearby who was able to help in case of emergency; generally, this was a police officer or someone in the medical profession.
When she and Centry arrived at their hut, the horse was stalled, his riding equipment got put in its appropriate place in the tack-room, and the royal one went inside to see how lunch turned out. Upon entering the kitchen, her nose became filled with aromas the likes of which, she’d never smelled before, and her mouth began to salivate; she’d figured one of the strangers would be a halfway decent cook, but Mykkal made the entire place smell as though he were a gourmet chef.
As a habit, Lytyr went to the sink to begin washing her hands before she ate, she had not realized what a learning experience it would be for Rakkora until the personal asked a question which made the royal one shiver.
“Why do you always wash your hands before you eat or have anything to drink,” the demon asked.
“I think the better question would be, ‘How come you were never taught’, but don’t worry, we’ll all help you learn,” the royal one replied.
“In my defense, teaching a demon to breathe oxygen is easier than educating them about hygiene and manners; now let me explain how easy it was to convince Rakkora to inhale something aside from noxious and vile fumes,” Mykkal chimed in.
“I cannot even begin to imagine how difficult training her must have been, well, I’m sure I could, but I’d rather not,” Cassandra said.
“I have seventeen children of my own, of them, I’ve got five who wound up in pretty terrible situations as adults, and they were easier to raise than a demon. Now, I’ve heard there were a couple of professors whose experiences were a lot less difficult, and all I can say to that is, ‘Congratulations to them’. Mine, however, hasn’t been quite so easy”, the professor said.
“The only thing that can be done at this point is, teach her what she doesn’t know,” Lytyr said.
“With all the time we’ve got on our hands, I’m sure we can accomplish that goal. I mean, it really only depends upon what she is willing to learn”, the citizen said.
“Rakkora has already come a long way from where she was when I got her, however, she could stand to have some refinement,” he said.
“What do you mean by that?” The royal one asked.
“Let’s just say, ‘she’s a little rough around the edges’, she needs some proper guidance and training from someone who has experience in etiquette. Next time someone comes to knock on the door, allow her to answer it, you’ll see exactly what I mean”, the professor said.
After observing the demon greet Nomo at the door, the royal one understood what the magix elder had been saying, and Lytyr knew the elf she needed to speak with. She made a telepathic connection to her mother, the queen’s maid, Artelisi had once been an instructor at the “Queen Etiquette School on Afertin”, and the citizen would be the one she needed to talk with; she did not have a way to directly contact the maid, but Luna could set up a meeting for her daughter to ask for help.
When the connection ended, she explained, “Rakkora, you and I have two appointments, tomorrow, the first being with Chancellor McCall, she wants to meet you, and the second one is with my mother’s maid who used to teach classes at ‘Queen Etiquette School’. I believe she can help us.”
“Sounds like a great idea, I’ll be ready to leave in the morning, whenever you are, just tell me what time,” the demon said.
“It will give you and I the opportunity to get to know one another, I know that things seem chaotic right now, but it’s more of a thing that, everyone’s making adjustments. Not just those of us who were living here, previously, but I’m absolutely aware of the fact that you two are getting used to living somewhere else. I know, from personal experience that, it’s not an easy thing to pick up and move away from the place you’ve always called home, but we’ll all be moving to Apoel before ‘Inheritance Day’. Therefore, the shoe will be on the other foot, so to speak, and we’ll be the ones who will have to learn things y’all already know”, the royal one said.
“Believe it or not, that is actually, very comforting to know, because when we’re home, we know our way around, and there are others who could help with her. A lot of the reason I hadn’t ever had anything done before is, I honestly wasn’t sure who I should consult”, the professor said.
“Do you mind if I ask a personal question,” the royal one inquired.
“Go ahead,” he said.
“Did your marriage end with a death or in divorce?” she asked.
“My wife passed away over eighty years ago. Why do you ask?” Mykkal inquired further.
“Well, because it’s the wife who usually thinks of things like etiquette classes, it is directly embedded in a female’s D. N. A. It’s just who we are, and generally, things like that don’t cross the minds of males”, Lytyr said.
“What topic is on the table tonight, and what can I do to help?” Nomo inquired as he toweled his hair dry. He’d come from swim practice when the demon invited him in, and had just gotten out of the shower.
“We are discussing the topic of etiquette, Rakkora could use some refinement”, Cassandra said.
“As far as your help is concerned, ask Mykkal if he needs your assistance with anything tomorrow, because Rakkora and I are going to the citadel to meet with someone who can help her.
“Oh, alright, Mykkal, have you got anything I can help you with tomorrow”, the “Map Creator” asked.
“I’m sure I can find something,” Mykkal said.
“Great, I’ll come by after swim practice”, he replied.
“Everybody has some where to go and something to do tomorrow, except me”, the citizen said.
“Don’t worry, you can come with us”, Lytyr offered.
“Good because it gets boring when you’re not around”, her best friend said.
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The next morning, Savoy was transportation for the three elven friends, he took them wherever they needed to go, and gratefully snacked on the fruit pieces his owner left on the ground. When that meeting concluded, the females all loaded themselves onto the dragon’s back, and mingled as the creature flew to East Zeerk. Once they’d landed on the massive expanse of grass on citadel property, the elves dismounted from the beast, and a servant placed him in the royal stables. One of the footsoldiers, who kept a vigilant watch over the land, announced their arrival, and escorted them to the throne room.
© P. L. Watson-Atwell
Having spent several hundreds of years preparing for this day, it’s a very special one to us, and we’re hoping in the end, you’ll feel the same way,” the magix elder said.
“Welcome, both of you. It would be appreciated if you took off your shoes out there and came in. Having looked forward to your arrival for a few weeks, I began to think this day would never come,” the royal one told her guests.
“I want to thank you for inviting us in, the sky is still dark, but it is scorching hot out there, and I swear I was going to melt.” the demon said.
“You’re welcome, I’ve been out there in those muggy, sweltering temperatures of nearly one hundred degrees without the sun, and I wouldn’t leave anyone in such conditions. In this place, there is always something to eat on the stove, and if not, wait for a few minutes, and somebody will be preparing something. I think it’s only fair for the two of you to know that, while they have not officially moved in, my best friend, Cassandra, and my ‘Creation’ partner, Nomo are always here. Neither of us tease her about it, but Sandra cannot cook, so she cleans the kitchen after we’ve eaten. He and I have been trying to teach her how to make something simple for herself, but everything comes out looking like nuggets of coal. Therefore, she cannot touch the stove unless one of us is in here with her. I’ll go through other stuff as the day wears on, I’m tired, and my thoughts are not coming together properly. Oh, I know what my problem is, I haven’t had any coffee yet. Also, please forgive my chattiness, it’s a coping mechanism. Once I’ve gotten to know the both of you a little better, my talking will be reduced.” Lytyr explained.
“I want you to know that neither myself nor my friend is anyone spectacular, we are both elves just like you are, and we are not divine beings. Meaning that, we both realize no one is perfect, and your idiosyncrasies do not bother us,” Mykkal said.
“Besides, I am the one who has to learn the way of the elves, and not the other way around. So, don’t worry about changing yourself for either of us, and definitely don’t worry about how much you talk. I’ve dealt with many things that would be considered worse than that”, Rakkora said.
“Thanks, y’all don’t know what that means,” the royal one said. She went to the sink, removed the kettle from the neck of the faucet, filled the container with water, and placed it on the back burner of the stove. Then the royal one searched the far corners of the shorts she wore, and eventually retrieved a book of matches, which she used to ignite the pilot-light.
“If y’all drink coffee, to be a decent host, I’ll prepare your first cup, but after that, you’re on your own. Same thing with meals, I’ve never been responsible for anyone, except myself, and until I decide to have children, I won’t take on that job. Therefore, after your first meal, you’ll prepare the things you eat, once they’re cooked. I swear, I’m not trying to make this sound like a bunch of rules, yet no matter how I try, the attempt seems futile,” the royal one said.
“You were saying earlier that your best friend and your “Creation” partner are always here, will they be joining us, this morning? The professor inquired.
“Both of them should get here around eight or nine, it usually depends on what time they wake up. Why?” She asked.
“Just curious to meet them,” he said.
“Oh, alright. Well, they usually knock to be sure I’m awake, and I’ll let you know when they get here”, Lytyr said.
“Where is your restroom?” Rakkora inquired.
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A couple of hours later, as the strangers and the royal one were getting to know one another, there was a knock. When she answered it, Cassandra was removing her boots, which she placed together and left by the door. Then, after being prompted, the citizen entered the kitchen.
Though she could not pin-point the exact issue, the young elf knew things did not feel the way they normally did when she would visit, but was unsure of what she might need to say, so she stayed quiet. She had always heard, “Sometimes, the best thing to say is nothing at all”, and decided silence was the best recourse for the moment.
Stepping into the room, she could see there were guests, and she extended her hand to begin introductions.
“Hello, my name is, Cassandra, and I’m Lytyr’s best friend”, the citizen said.
“My name is, Rakkora, and I’m another of her friends,” the demon said.
“Hold on, Sandra, I’m sorry, what a terrible hostess I’m being. Please, allow me to introduce you to, Professor Mykkal, he’s another friend of mine,” the royal one said.
“You know me, Lytyr, when I smell B. S., I have to call it,” she said.
“What are you calling,”B. S.?” The royal one inquired.
“The fact that you’ve called them both your ‘friend’ is what I’m calling, B. S. I have known you since before either of us could walk or talk, I’ve met every friend, acquaintance and associate you’ve ever known, and I’ve never heard those names. Therefore, you’re being a horrible hostess for lying to me,” her best friend said with tears in her eyes.
“Oh, Sandra, I hate to admit it, but you’re right. I am a horrible hostess for lying to you, and they’re not my friends. Well, not yet, but we have been getting to know each other. Honestly, they are the two ‘strangers’ spoken of in Morty’s message. Can you ever forgive me for being deceitful?” The royal one asked.
“Yes, but only if you make breakfast, I’m starving. I’ll think of other ways you can make it up to me,” Cassandra said.
“That’s fair, I owe you a few favors for lying to you. What sounds good?” The royal one inquired.
“Create your ‘breakfast medley blend’ of eggs and bacon and vegetables, because I want ‘breakfast tacos”, the citizen said.
*********************************************************************
Over the next few weeks, all of the elves living in Lytyr’s hut on “Raylynne Road”, spent time getting to know each other, and they were capable of setting up times during the week when the royal elf could begin the training she and Rakkora needed. The strangers quickly became friends with everyone in the house, sharing in the chores, and providing care for the creatures, helped to win them over.
The place Lytyr lived in was her home, she was capable of having visitors any time she wanted, and there was no need to ask for permission from any of the school officials to have guests; yet, she met with the chancellor in order to inform her of the elves who would be moving in, and making her house their home. In meeting with the school official, the royal one explained about the nine personal demons, their creators, and how hers had finally come into her life.
“I’ve been aware of their existence since my best friend, Nerville Sufarian came up with the novel concept, and I am aware of the fact that you cannot turn them away. Take care of them the best way you know how, let them know that I can find them something to do during the times when you’re in school, and thanks for telling me. I mean, it’s not like you had to, I’ve known Mykkal for many, many years, and he’s a great one. I don’t, however, think that I’ve ever met, Rakkora,” Chancellor McCall said in response to the royal one’s news.
“I’ll be sure to bring her to meet you, soon, and of course, I would tell you about anyone who comes along and needs to move in. I mean, as far as I’m aware, there’s not going to be anyone else to move in, but…well, you know what I’m trying to say, right?” She asked.
“I do know what you mean, be sure to pass my message on, and I’ll be looking forward to meeting that demon of yours,” the school official said.
“We’ll be by to see you,” the royal one said as she left the office.
Since she’d made a short trip, her mare, Centry took the royal one to meet with the chancellor, and she decided, on the way home that it was time for the horse to run. It had been a while since the last time the creature had an opportunity to break into a long-legged stride, and her owner allowed the beast to do just that. Though she’d always been diligent about the care of the majestic animal, but recently, she’d been neglectful on her exercises, which caused the elven owner to promise she’d be more attentive to all of her needs.
It had been early morning when they’d started out, but the sun had risen to the center of the sky, indicating that it was noon, and time for lunch. Lytyr had not allowed the horse to stray too far from home, she had been told that Mykkal would be preparing the mid-day meal, and she’d promised to be on time. It would be the first time, since the strangers’ arrival, that either of them attempted to make any food, and she was excited to find out whether or not the professor could cook. The royal one manipulated the reins in order to point the mare in the direction of home, they made it to “Raylynne Road”, quickly, and for that the elf was pleased. Her stomach had begun to make sounds indicating the need for nutrition a few minutes before, causing the desire to get to their hut, rapidly. Much like certain members of the royal bloodline, she had to maintain appropriate sugar-levels by eating an the right amount of food throughout the day, if not, there were consequences to be paid; several times, she’d allowed her levels too drop far enough that she wound up in the emergency room, and one time the issue, almost killed her. Since that day, Lytyr had been capable of knowing when she needed to eat so well that she referred to the feeling as a “spidey-sense”, and she always kept something sweet within easy access of her mouth. Still, the royal one could maintain the strict dietary guidelines she’d learned about over the years, and her pancreas would not produce enough natural sugars. It was an illness that everyone had an opinion on how to treat it, but no one ever had enough common sense to place candy in her mouth when she could not do it for herself. There had only ever been two elves who were capable of assisting the royal one during a sugar-level drop, and she rarely left home without one of them in-tow. Whenever she would choose to venture out alone, her pockets were filled with candy, she gave her roommates the route she’d be traveling, and there was always someone nearby who was able to help in case of emergency; generally, this was a police officer or someone in the medical profession.
When she and Centry arrived at their hut, the horse was stalled, his riding equipment got put in its appropriate place in the tack-room, and the royal one went inside to see how lunch turned out. Upon entering the kitchen, her nose became filled with aromas the likes of which, she’d never smelled before, and her mouth began to salivate; she’d figured one of the strangers would be a halfway decent cook, but Mykkal made the entire place smell as though he were a gourmet chef.
As a habit, Lytyr went to the sink to begin washing her hands before she ate, she had not realized what a learning experience it would be for Rakkora until the personal asked a question which made the royal one shiver.
“Why do you always wash your hands before you eat or have anything to drink,” the demon asked.
“I think the better question would be, ‘How come you were never taught’, but don’t worry, we’ll all help you learn,” the royal one replied.
“In my defense, teaching a demon to breathe oxygen is easier than educating them about hygiene and manners; now let me explain how easy it was to convince Rakkora to inhale something aside from noxious and vile fumes,” Mykkal chimed in.
“I cannot even begin to imagine how difficult training her must have been, well, I’m sure I could, but I’d rather not,” Cassandra said.
“I have seventeen children of my own, of them, I’ve got five who wound up in pretty terrible situations as adults, and they were easier to raise than a demon. Now, I’ve heard there were a couple of professors whose experiences were a lot less difficult, and all I can say to that is, ‘Congratulations to them’. Mine, however, hasn’t been quite so easy”, the professor said.
“The only thing that can be done at this point is, teach her what she doesn’t know,” Lytyr said.
“With all the time we’ve got on our hands, I’m sure we can accomplish that goal. I mean, it really only depends upon what she is willing to learn”, the citizen said.
“Rakkora has already come a long way from where she was when I got her, however, she could stand to have some refinement,” he said.
“What do you mean by that?” The royal one asked.
“Let’s just say, ‘she’s a little rough around the edges’, she needs some proper guidance and training from someone who has experience in etiquette. Next time someone comes to knock on the door, allow her to answer it, you’ll see exactly what I mean”, the professor said.
After observing the demon greet Nomo at the door, the royal one understood what the magix elder had been saying, and Lytyr knew the elf she needed to speak with. She made a telepathic connection to her mother, the queen’s maid, Artelisi had once been an instructor at the “Queen Etiquette School on Afertin”, and the citizen would be the one she needed to talk with; she did not have a way to directly contact the maid, but Luna could set up a meeting for her daughter to ask for help.
When the connection ended, she explained, “Rakkora, you and I have two appointments, tomorrow, the first being with Chancellor McCall, she wants to meet you, and the second one is with my mother’s maid who used to teach classes at ‘Queen Etiquette School’. I believe she can help us.”
“Sounds like a great idea, I’ll be ready to leave in the morning, whenever you are, just tell me what time,” the demon said.
“It will give you and I the opportunity to get to know one another, I know that things seem chaotic right now, but it’s more of a thing that, everyone’s making adjustments. Not just those of us who were living here, previously, but I’m absolutely aware of the fact that you two are getting used to living somewhere else. I know, from personal experience that, it’s not an easy thing to pick up and move away from the place you’ve always called home, but we’ll all be moving to Apoel before ‘Inheritance Day’. Therefore, the shoe will be on the other foot, so to speak, and we’ll be the ones who will have to learn things y’all already know”, the royal one said.
“Believe it or not, that is actually, very comforting to know, because when we’re home, we know our way around, and there are others who could help with her. A lot of the reason I hadn’t ever had anything done before is, I honestly wasn’t sure who I should consult”, the professor said.
“Do you mind if I ask a personal question,” the royal one inquired.
“Go ahead,” he said.
“Did your marriage end with a death or in divorce?” she asked.
“My wife passed away over eighty years ago. Why do you ask?” Mykkal inquired further.
“Well, because it’s the wife who usually thinks of things like etiquette classes, it is directly embedded in a female’s D. N. A. It’s just who we are, and generally, things like that don’t cross the minds of males”, Lytyr said.
“What topic is on the table tonight, and what can I do to help?” Nomo inquired as he toweled his hair dry. He’d come from swim practice when the demon invited him in, and had just gotten out of the shower.
“We are discussing the topic of etiquette, Rakkora could use some refinement”, Cassandra said.
“As far as your help is concerned, ask Mykkal if he needs your assistance with anything tomorrow, because Rakkora and I are going to the citadel to meet with someone who can help her.
“Oh, alright, Mykkal, have you got anything I can help you with tomorrow”, the “Map Creator” asked.
“I’m sure I can find something,” Mykkal said.
“Great, I’ll come by after swim practice”, he replied.
“Everybody has some where to go and something to do tomorrow, except me”, the citizen said.
“Don’t worry, you can come with us”, Lytyr offered.
“Good because it gets boring when you’re not around”, her best friend said.
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The next morning, Savoy was transportation for the three elven friends, he took them wherever they needed to go, and gratefully snacked on the fruit pieces his owner left on the ground. When that meeting concluded, the females all loaded themselves onto the dragon’s back, and mingled as the creature flew to East Zeerk. Once they’d landed on the massive expanse of grass on citadel property, the elves dismounted from the beast, and a servant placed him in the royal stables. One of the footsoldiers, who kept a vigilant watch over the land, announced their arrival, and escorted them to the throne room.
© P. L. Watson-Atwell
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