Saturday, July 27, 2013

The Weary Wanderer Homeward Wends His Way--Part 12

“This kite festival is going to be incredible!” gushed Thalia.

“Yes! The most incrediblest kite festival ever!” proclaimed Malina.

Agalia frowned. “Well, duh! There hasn’t been any others, so of course it’s going to be the most incrediblest.”


“That is just like you, Agalia!” declared Malina, placing her hands on her hips. “There have been other kite festivals all over! And ours is going to make them all look like nothing at all!”

Thalia clapped enthusiastically. “Yay!” Euphrosyne nodded along.

Agalia glared at her sisters. “Oh, you’re just agreeing with her, cuz she’s a princess!”

“Nu-uh! They agree with me cuz I’m right!” said Malina.

Agalia stared at the Dev for a while, attempting to come up with a withering comeback. Eventually, she found one she thought fit the bill. “Are not!”

Malina crossed her arms. “Are too!” she said with a smirk

“Shouldn’t that be ‘am too’?” whispered Euphrosyne.

Thalia put her finger to her lips. “Shhh!” She leaned towards her sister’s ear. “Just let ‘em argue with each other. It keeps ‘em busy.”

Euphrosyne glanced back at the pair, where Argalia and Malina had progressed to making faces at each other. “Ohhhhh.” she said, with growing comprehension.

“Jerkface!” “Smellyhead!” “Poop! Poop! Poop!”

Malina and Agalia’s stirring debate was stopped by a single cough. “Ahem!” The young pair’s faces both paled, and they turned. Eurydice le Fidelé stepped forward, glancing at the children imperiously. “Lady Malina, is there a reason for this unsightly behavior?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Um… we’re just… playing,” said Malina hopefully.

Eurydice glanced at her sisters who all nodded along. After another sweeping gaze at the group, she coughed once again. “You know it is very unsightly for you all to argue in this manner. You, Lady Malina, are a Princess of the Cthoniques. And you, my dear sisters, are le Fidelé s, pledged to service of that same family.” One eyebrow raised. “I believe you can understand my point, yes?” Another nod, this one going all around. “Very good. Now, some of the halls need a light dusting. Do you three think you could help with that?”

The other Fidelé sisters were about to nod again when Malina coughed. “Umm, but… I need their help with… my room!” She clapped her hands together. “Yeah. We were going to take care of my room, when we got stracted.”

Eurydice’s eyes narrowed. “Malina, I clean your room. Something I did not too long ago.”

“No, no, no,” said Malina. “What I want is… is to rearrange my funiture so it looks… better.”

“Really?” Eurydice looked at her sisters. “Is this what Her Precious Grace approached you about?”

The three le Fidelé s managed a group of muttered responses that could be taken as affirmatives. Eurydice frowned, then glanced at Malina. “Very well. You four may go on with this… vital business. But Agalia, Thalia, Euphrosyne--I will need your help very shortly.”

The four watched her move away, then took a deep breath in relief. “Your sister is spooky,” said Malina.

Thalia winced. “Don’t! She might hear you!”

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