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"I think we’re more alike than I gave us credit for…"
"This kid has insulted me so many times,” Qefia announced loudly, like saying the words would make them true, “nothing he says gets to me anymore."
"You're ugly as hell," Tullius countered from his lounging position in the shallow pool the satyr carted behind her.
"You take that back, you little -" Qefia whirled around furiously to face the spoiled merman. MerBOY was more accurate.
The pathetic shit squeaked and raised his scrawny arms to cover his face. The satyr grunted, “Don’t start shit you can’t finish, my LiEgE.” Content with receiving a silent glare in response, Qefia turned once again to face the awkwardly-smiling hotel clerk.
“Ignore him. Gods know I do. It’s how I get through each day.”
The woodland nymph gave a small, harried, smile to Qefia before returning to the computer in front of her. The satyr took a short moment to admire the speed and precision in which she hit each individual cap on the keyboard.
Turning on her charm, Qefia cleared her throat quietly, “Look, Naicolei? Am I pronouncing that correctly?” The nymph smiled shyly as she nodded, tucking silky black strands behind her ear.
Bingo.
“Gods, what a gorgeous name. Surely there’s a star with that name, right? Or am I completely off?”
A shy, if confused, shake of the head in response.
“Well there should be. Look, I’m sorry about all this. I don’t mean to put any unnecessary pressure on you. I completely understand that rocking up without a booking and demanding a room with a large bathtub is absolutely ludicrous. If it were me, I’d settle for anything, even a ‘no’ if it made your job easier.”
Gesturing to the insipid, pompous merfolk behind her, the satyr continued, “Unfortunately, Mr Precious over here kind of needs to soak in water overnight. I promised his parents that I’d make sure this need is met as I accompany him to his next destination.”
The clerk sighed softly.
“There is one room available. It’s… one of our best rooms…”
Ah. “Say no more, my dear Naicolei. It’s going to cost a pretty penny, right?”
Another nod.
“No expense is too high for my pampered, temporary ward here.” Turning to face Tullius, Qefia called,
“Oi, doofus, pay up!”
With a dramatic rolling of the royal eyes, Tullius tossed a sack of gold towards the satyr. She caught it mid-air and turned back to Naicolei.
“Now, where were we?”
Qefia paid for the room and tipped the nymph generously. With a whispered, “I really appreciate all your help. I’d love to buy you a drink at the bar… When do you get off?... 9? It’s a date,” she pulled Tullius’ cart towards the elevators and rooms.
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The satyr decided she’d...
"You're ugly as hell," Tullius countered from his lounging position in the shallow pool the satyr carted behind her.
"You take that back, you little -" Qefia whirled around furiously to face the spoiled merman. MerBOY was more accurate.
The pathetic shit squeaked and raised his scrawny arms to cover his face. The satyr grunted, “Don’t start shit you can’t finish, my LiEgE.” Content with receiving a silent glare in response, Qefia turned once again to face the awkwardly-smiling hotel clerk.
“Ignore him. Gods know I do. It’s how I get through each day.”
The woodland nymph gave a small, harried, smile to Qefia before returning to the computer in front of her. The satyr took a short moment to admire the speed and precision in which she hit each individual cap on the keyboard.
Turning on her charm, Qefia cleared her throat quietly, “Look, Naicolei? Am I pronouncing that correctly?” The nymph smiled shyly as she nodded, tucking silky black strands behind her ear.
Bingo.
“Gods, what a gorgeous name. Surely there’s a star with that name, right? Or am I completely off?”
A shy, if confused, shake of the head in response.
“Well there should be. Look, I’m sorry about all this. I don’t mean to put any unnecessary pressure on you. I completely understand that rocking up without a booking and demanding a room with a large bathtub is absolutely ludicrous. If it were me, I’d settle for anything, even a ‘no’ if it made your job easier.”
Gesturing to the insipid, pompous merfolk behind her, the satyr continued, “Unfortunately, Mr Precious over here kind of needs to soak in water overnight. I promised his parents that I’d make sure this need is met as I accompany him to his next destination.”
The clerk sighed softly.
“There is one room available. It’s… one of our best rooms…”
Ah. “Say no more, my dear Naicolei. It’s going to cost a pretty penny, right?”
Another nod.
“No expense is too high for my pampered, temporary ward here.” Turning to face Tullius, Qefia called,
“Oi, doofus, pay up!”
With a dramatic rolling of the royal eyes, Tullius tossed a sack of gold towards the satyr. She caught it mid-air and turned back to Naicolei.
“Now, where were we?”
Qefia paid for the room and tipped the nymph generously. With a whispered, “I really appreciate all your help. I’d love to buy you a drink at the bar… When do you get off?... 9? It’s a date,” she pulled Tullius’ cart towards the elevators and rooms.
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The satyr decided she’d...
