That Don’t Impress Me Much : Part 72

Wordcount: 445 words
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Summary: Please note, this is currently a very rough draft. There will be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, flat out contradictions, and uneven characterization and pacing. (Content is also subject to constant change as I take an editing chainsaw to the story.)

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Kicking You When You’re Down

“The golden is staying here.” The elder said and May shrugged.

“I’d figured as much, it’s safer for him here anyway. He’s too young to keep up.”

Omen looked betrayed, but only muttered quietly.

“If you don’t come back, we’re not coming looking for you.” It added helpfully.

“I honestly did not expect you to.” May said, finally looking up from the pack. “If we die it will make your lives easier will not it.”

The elder did not say anything.

“Is anyone coming with us?” She asked after a moment. There was a chance they could make it on their own, but not a good one. Their magic was good for short bursts of strength, not long distance flying.

The elder hesitated, then finally snapped its beak in annoyance. “Yes.”

She let out a breath she had not noticed she was holding. “Who?”

“For the record, I still think this is a horrible idea.” Flame stepped out of the side passage, turning to tug on an ill-fitting strap with his beak. “Give me a hand with this one, been a while since I’ve work a cross-country rig.”

She moved over and straightened out the strap. “Thanks.”

The elder muttered a travelers blessing on them, then left for more auspicious meetings.


Once they were sure they were alone, May turned to Flame with Baron edgy trying to guess at his reaction.

“I need to show you something, and I am sorry, but I’d rather do it now than later.” May said.

Flame raised an eyebrow. “By any chance does this have to do with why that silver foxhawk is still insisting that you’re a demon?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Right.” Flame sighed, “Well complicate me then—I had a feeling this trip was going to be more interesting than expected.”

May reached out to Baron who reached out to Flame and started up the circle. She gave him a moment to adjust, then spun the circle into a funnel and pushed down into Flame.

He started at the flood of energy, then blinked at her as she pulled them back into a circle. “Ah.”

“Yeah,” May said, uncertain of how to explain. “Just, if we need to, I’ll be boosting you.”

“You have been practicing that,” Flame said after a moment. “It felt, different at Forest’s Edge.”

“Now that I can’t do,” May said regretfully, “that was Omen, not me.”

“Mmm, good.” Said Flame as she dropped the circle, flipping his wings back into a more comfortable position. “This is unsettling enough, if you could control the winds as well I think I’d be more sympathetic to the blues.”

“You are not the only one.” May sighed.


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