Chapter 47:
Nahndor’s misadventures
Nahndor:
After brushing my teeth, I pick up my messenger bag, and get out of the apartment. The elevator works, fortunately. After they started to fine the kids, or, more than likely, their parents, there hasn’t been any sneaked water golems into the elevator. Which is good. Having to slither down twenty floors is a pain.
First, I swing by the office. Rhea is there. She blushes when she sees me, and grabs Agafia, to whisper in her ear. The two are reduced to giggles, after their exchange, which makes me shift in my seat uncomfortably.
It also makes my tail twitch, which tips the entire desk to the side. I groan, when I see that there is a blue line over my form. Still, I think that Rhea’s smile was worth it. I really should do something about my twitch reflex. It happens every time, when I feel embarrassed.
Anyway, I fill in a second form, and scan it. Then, I give a small salute to the ladies, to which they respond with more giggling, and prepare to leave, when Rhea pats Agafia on the back, and begins to slither towards me. I sit there, rooted to the spot. Wondering where this might lead. Rhea stops before me, and fixes a red curl behind her ear.
She has adorable ears, she does. Slightly tipped, and oh so beige. She has the slightest dusting of a tan to her skin, and it extends to her ears. It makes her so exotic... I am broken out of my musings, when she brushes a thumb over my cheek.
“Nandy,” Rhea says, and I blink. “Do you want to grab a bite to eat tonight?”
“What did you just call me?” I ask her because I must have misheard.
“Oh, I thought, seeing as you are so cute,” she begins, and I begin to blink furiously.
“Cute?” I stammer. “I am not cute.”
I spit the word cute like it is a venom most deadly. She does a couple of slithers back.
“I didn’t mean to insult you,” oh, no. That is her business voice. I don’t want her to view me as a coworker! I must... do the ultimate sacrifice.
“But you know? If you think I am cute, then, I might be? I mean, it takes one to know one,” I wink at her, and she colors a lovely rosy color. Her cheeks look like caramel with strawberry sprinkles. I can write poetry about them...
“And you have nothing against me calling you Nandy?” She asks me. I am just about to argue, when I consider the consequences of said arguing.
You can keep your pride, or get this fantastic girl to date you.
Still, Nandy... Gods.
I force a smile on my lips, and nod. Not trusting my words in the slightest.
“Cool, then it is a date,” she says, and I nod more energetically then. Her hand goes to fix my tie. It is such a familiar gesture. A gesture that a wife would do for her husband.
Hold your horses, Nandy! You are not there yet.
Oh, no. Now I refer to myself as Nandy in my head. Gods.
She extends her tail so that her face is close to mine. Then, she stares into my eyes.
“Do I have something on my nose?” I ask. She shakes her head, and then bursts out laughing.
“Oh, Nandy. You are a treasure,” she pets me on the cheek, and then goes back to gossiping with Agafia. The pixie scratches her nose, which is a sign that she is going to chew me out later. With slumped shoulders, I go towards the exit. Alberta waits for me, well, not for just me, for anyone who would want to leave the room, really, outside the door.
“Roddy has been moving a lot more, recently. Hugo said he placed some new parts in him, and he now has more energy. Also, he cleaned some of the rust that is in the engine room. Isn’t that wonderful?” Alberta asks. I nod at that. Roddy is a big part of the team. I mean, he is our piece building.
The rest of the day is spent going from one administrative building, to the next. This particular Caltea tree is a national treasure. From a time, when Ursula 590 was having a hard time.
You know, sort of like a proof that we could weather the tough times. Anyway, I have permission to get only five of the leaves, and a single branch. As long as I take them from the ground, and don’t try to hurt the tree.
When I near the tree, I hear this strange buzzing. I strain my ears to hear it better. The buzzing is very similar to words, but I can’t make neither heads nor tails from them.
Shrugging, I collect what I came in here for in the bag, and am just about to slither away, when I see an empty bottle that has the slight traces of an orange potion clinging to its insides.
“Huh, someone dared to liter here?” I pick up the bottle. Then, my eyes go wide.
This is Constantine’s handwriting. So, the potion must be one of his. The buzzing grows in intensity, and a cloud of dust picks up. I rush away from the tree, with the bottle in my hands. Soon, I am in the tourist trap of a building near the tree, and watch as there is a sand storm raging outside.
“Strange, isn’t it? Where did this sand come from?” A woman asks her husband. I presume they are married because they both have rings around their fingers.
“What if it is those things from the underworld?” He asks. I slither closer to the window, and try to make out any shapes in the dust. Maybe, if I wasn’t looking for it, I would have missed it. Yet, I can see it. There is a Naga, a shadow Naga, pacing around the base of the tree. Every time it passes somewhere, there is a vortex left in its tracks.
Chapter 47:
Nahndor’s misadventures
Nahndor:
After brushing my teeth, I pick up my messenger bag, and get out of the apartment. The elevator works, fortunately. After they started to fine the kids, or, more than likely, their parents, there hasn’t been any sneaked water golems into the elevator. Which is good. Having to slither down twenty floors is a pain.
First, I swing by the office. Rhea is there. She blushes when she sees me, and grabs Agafia, to whisper in her ear. The two are reduced to giggles, after their exchange, which makes me shift in my seat uncomfortably.
It also makes my tail twitch, which tips the entire desk to the side. I groan, when I see that there is a blue line over my form. Still, I think that Rhea’s smile was worth it. I really should do something about my twitch reflex. It happens every time, when I feel embarrassed.
Anyway, I fill in a second form, and scan it. Then, I give a small salute to the ladies, to which they respond with more giggling, and prepare to leave, when Rhea pats Agafia on the back, and begins to slither towards me. I sit there, rooted to the spot. Wondering where this might lead. Rhea stops before me, and fixes a red curl behind her ear.
She has adorable ears, she does. Slightly tipped, and oh so beige. She has the slightest dusting of a tan to her skin, and it extends to her ears. It makes her so exotic... I am broken out of my musings, when she brushes a thumb over my cheek.
“Nandy,” Rhea says, and I blink. “Do you want to grab a bite to eat tonight?”
“What did you just call me?” I ask her because I must have misheard.
“Oh, I thought, seeing as you are so cute,” she begins, and I begin to blink furiously.
“Cute?” I stammer. “I am not cute.”
I spit the word cute like it is a venom most deadly. She does a couple of slithers back.
“I didn’t mean to insult you,” oh, no. That is her business voice. I don’t want her to view me as a coworker! I must... do the ultimate sacrifice.
“But you know? If you think I am cute, then, I might be? I mean, it takes one to know one,” I wink at her, and she colors a lovely rosy color. Her cheeks look like caramel with strawberry sprinkles. I can write poetry about them...
“And you have nothing against me calling you Nandy?” She asks me. I am just about to argue, when I consider the consequences of said arguing.
You can keep your pride, or get this fantastic girl to date you.
Still, Nandy... Gods.
I force a smile on my lips, and nod. Not trusting my words in the slightest.
“Cool, then it is a date,” she says, and I nod more energetically then. Her hand goes to fix my tie. It is such a familiar gesture. A gesture that a wife would do for her husband.
Hold your horses, Nandy! You are not there yet.
Oh, no. Now I refer to myself as Nandy in my head. Gods.
She extends her tail so that her face is close to mine. Then, she stares into my eyes.
“Do I have something on my nose?” I ask. She shakes her head, and then bursts out laughing.
“Oh, Nandy. You are a treasure,” she pets me on the cheek, and then goes back to gossiping with Agafia. The pixie scratches her nose, which is a sign that she is going to chew me out later. With slumped shoulders, I go towards the exit. Alberta waits for me, well, not for just me, for anyone who would want to leave the room, really, outside the door.
“Roddy has been moving a lot more, recently. Hugo said he placed some new parts in him, and he now has more energy. Also, he cleaned some of the rust that is in the engine room. Isn’t that wonderful?” Alberta asks. I nod at that. Roddy is a big part of the team. I mean, he is our piece building.
The rest of the day is spent going from one administrative building, to the next. This particular Caltea tree is a national treasure. From a time, when Ursula 590 was having a hard time.
You know, sort of like a proof that we could weather the tough times. Anyway, I have permission to get only five of the leaves, and a single branch. As long as I take them from the ground, and don’t try to hurt the tree.
When I near the tree, I hear this strange buzzing. I strain my ears to hear it better. The buzzing is very similar to words, but I can’t make neither heads nor tails from them.
Shrugging, I collect what I came in here for in the bag, and am just about to slither away, when I see an empty bottle that has the slight traces of an orange potion clinging to its insides.
“Huh, someone dared to liter here?” I pick up the bottle. Then, my eyes go wide.
This is Constantine’s handwriting. So, the potion must be one of his. The buzzing grows in intensity, and a cloud of dust picks up. I rush away from the tree, with the bottle in my hands. Soon, I am in the tourist trap of a building near the tree, and watch as there is a sand storm raging outside.
“Strange, isn’t it? Where did this sand come from?” A woman asks her husband. I presume they are married because they both have rings around their fingers.
“What if it is those things from the underworld?” He asks. I slither closer to the window, and try to make out any shapes in the dust. Maybe, if I wasn’t looking for it, I would have missed it. Yet, I can see it. There is a Naga, a shadow Naga, pacing around the base of the tree. Every time it passes somewhere, there is a vortex left in its tracks.
