The Facts of the Matter--Pt. 9
The Simple Facts of the MatterPt. 9
While Kes busied herself in the clutter explosion that was once the kitchen, Gorynych settled herself comfortably at the living room table. There were chairs, but Gorynych doubted they could support his massive bulk, so he squatted on his haunches with his tail coiled around him. He started looking around at the many interesting things adorning the room. Beautifully made clothing of sewn pelts and embroidery hung from the walls as well as the rafters, along with all kinds of ornamented objects. He also noticed numerous shelves full of old books on plants and animal identification, carpentry and home improvement, woodcrafts, bush lore and trapping.
"Golly," murmured Gorynych in amazement. "Feels like I'm in a museum here."
Something warm and furry brushed against his foreleg. Looking down, he saw it was a young cat, a black and white tom with very big feet and feathered wings.&
The Unexpected Surprise--Pt. 8
The Unexpected Surprise (and Shock)Pt. 8
As Kes and Gorynych walked toward the house, the front door opened. The dragon stood motionless, staring at the strange creature that emerged from the doorwaywalking apelike on its hind legs. Its front paws clasping a bean cake. It looked somewhat like a fox, but it was much more larger and bulkier. Its paws, however, weren't like that of any regular canine, being more like those of a monkey or raccoon.
"A kitsune!" Gorynych exclaimed.
"Fire dog," Kes corrected. "His name's Sigrid Phenerix," She crouched downed and cooed gently at the canine. The fire dog dropped its forepaws and lunch to the ground, wagging its fluffy tail and trotted to her.
Gorynych flicked his ears in bewilderment at the lively conversation between the twoguttural churring, ch
The Unexpected--Pt. 7
The UnexpectedPt. 7
So while Dr. Akern pondered the problem of ramidreju procurement, a drama was unfolding at the river. Kes was feeling rather down in the dumps, even though today was turning out to be really sunny with a clear blue sky. As usually, she felt she needed to bathe in the river but the deep green of the slow moving water suddenly gave her the creeps. Who knew what nameless horrors were lurking just beneath the tranquil surface? With her hands in her pockets, she ambled slowly along the riverbank. Then suddenly she saw a sign, a fairly new one, which read "Crabtree Hot Spring." The sign pointed to an unfamiliar, steep and rocky trail that followed the river, staying on the north side.
"Now this sounds interesting," she said aloud. "I wonder how far do I have to walk."
Crabtree Hot Spring turned out to be not far at allonly half a mi
The Tale of Two Dragons6
The Tale of Two DragonsPt.6
"Whoa, slow down!" said Asp uneasily, watching Tullugaq trying to finish her lunch as quickly as possible. "You might choke."
They were at a wobbly outdoor table a short distance away from where the Greebik feasted and belched contentedly.
"I have to hurry," said Tullugaq, still stuffing her face. "There are places here to explore."
"There's no hurry," said Maureen, delicately sipping her ice tea, "no reason to hurry at all. You still have plenty of time. I'm sure Gnashgarak's a leisurely eater."
Tullugaq chewed more slowly without taking her eyes off the main street. Once she was finished, she grabbed up her satchel and got up. Then, changing her mind, she sat back down and looked at Maureen.
"Mrs. Dalton?" she said curiously.
"Do you know anything about this Chaugnar and Gray
The Professor, Portent, Pest 5
The Professor, the Portent, the PestPt. 5
Tullugaq rubbed the back of her head then rotated her shoulders. Her muscles ached from sitting scrunched up in her seat for an hour and a half, and her mood wasn't much better. She was tired of the swaying of the carriage, the snorting of the Greebik, plus both her feet kept going to sleep, and she wanted more than anything to get off.
A world of looming trees closed in around them, creating a shifting play of shadows and sunlight against the carriage's windows. Tullugaq remembered that these towering groves of glyph trees overlooked Point Viz, known for its numerous airship wrecks. Looking through binoculars or a telescope, one would see hordes of lusca squabbling over space or romping in the mist.
Sighing wearily, Tullugaq thought for a minute about her satchel. Well, it might work to d
The Trip and the Morning Visit
The Trip and the Morning Visitor Part 4
Sixteen-year-old Twhistle Tullugaq trudged down the winding forest trail leading to the Greebik stop. She shuffled along, dragging her feet, and didn't try to catch up with her sister Kiki, age nine, who was lugging a large duffel bag and a heavy rausch horn case.
It was early June. Sunlight burned through the thick morning fog shrouding the Swanwick Region, dappling the trunks of the tall glyph trees. A cold wet mist swirled around the sisters as they walked along the damp, spongy ground. Ferns, mosses, and flowering shrubs grew in profusion along the trail, while carpets of clover-like oxalis adorned the shady hollows.
Tullugaq and Kiki were Churckas from the quaint little hamlet of WrenChester. Had they lived in the Outer World of the City, they would have been regarded as st