On the Streets-- Guest Speaker (part 2)

Title: Guest Speaker (part2)
Follows (Part 1) (Part 2) & At the Crèche & Another Day in the Life of Poof & Guest Speaker (part 1)
All in the Animal Shelter series - "On the Streets" story arch
Author: charisstoma
Word count 1198

Oh dear Stars, Sun and Moon what did I do? Poof mentally castigated himself. I groomed him and he noticed, Poof pretended that nothing had happened but Arath’s small smile and the fingers that found his hand twining with them said that Poof was in trouble.

A cough broke the moment and Poof was never so glad of an interruption. He didn’t recognize the professor but then Poof was new and didn’t know all the wizards at the academy. Arath let go of his hand but didn’t move away. He heard Arath greet the person as “Dad,” and Poof spat out “Poopies,” then put his hands up to cover his mouth in mortification.

Amusement crinkled the kind eyes of Arath’s Dad, “I’ve never had that effect on anyone before. Must have something to do with my son.” He laughed. “Hello. Yes, as you have correctly surmised, I am the other parent of the young demon-wizard beside you. The better, more behaved one of the family. Don’t let them intimidate you. You won’t be alone in the Demons’ Den. I’ll be there.”( Read more... )

Yes there is a (Part 3)

Drabble Cascade #115 - "Wall"

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Title: A Service Provided (Fantasy, PG)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100

A bronze plaque was inset into the paving beside the abandoned ruined wall in the flower strewn field. It said, “Press for Entry”. No more. No less.

Duncan stood thinking. A trick? The Wild Fae were like that, he’d heard. “What the Hell does it mean,” he muttered aloud and tapped it lightly with his boot.

“A Gifting,” said a voice behind him.

“What,” Duncan spun and mayhap was tripped, falling ass up upon the plaque.
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“So did it work, your entrapment, Elhuan?”

“Oh yes,” was laughed, “he’ll be back. He liked my entering of his pretty ass just fine.”