Welcome to My World – A Typical Week with my Characters

Welcome to My World – A Typical Week with my Characters

Monday 03/30/2020

Something woke me upI startled awake, sitting bolt upright in bed. I looked around. The clock read 4:45. I stayed as still as possible, listening. My husband was asleep by my side. The only sound was the gentle whoosh-whoosh of his CPAP machine. The door to our bedroom was open a crack, but I could hear no noise from the rest of the house. Yet something had woken me from a deep sleep, something like a thump-thump-thump.

I got out of bed as quietly as possible, so I wouldn’t disturb Miles. I donned my robe and reached under the bed for my slippers. Something furry touched my hand. I screeched.

Miles jumped up, tearing his CPAP mask from his face. “Wha’s wrong?”

Wide-eyed, I explained. “Something woke me. When I reached under the bed for my slippers, something furry touched my hand.”

“Your slippers aren’t furry, are they?”

“No. And they don’t move when I touch them, either.”

Miles took the flashlight from his nightstand, knelt down, and shined the light under the bed. He got up and glared at me.

“What? What’s under there?”

He continued glaring. “Honey, did you bring a rabbit in from the yard last night?”

“Did I what?” I’m quite certain my Arrogant One, at his very worst, had never hit a higher note with his screeching.

Rubbing his ear gingerly, Miles gave me an apologetic look. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Just then, someone knocked on the bedroom door.

“Who is it?”

A small, tremulous voice answered. “Cleric.”

I sighed. “What’s wrong?”

Cleric with cheeks aflameSlowly, Cleric pushed open the door and entered the room. Even in the dim light, I could see her cheeks aflame. “I am so sorry to disturb you, but one of the rabbits is missing.”

“One of the rabbits?” I cocked an eyebrow at Cleric. “One of what rabbits?”

“One of the rabbits I brought inside last night.” Her voice was so soft, I could hardly catch her words.

My husband must have had no trouble hearing her, though. He heaved a big sigh. “Dare we ask why you brought rabbits inside the house last night?”

“Well, Master Miles, it has been very warm the past few days, but last night, the temperature dropped very low. The man in the magic box, the box you call a television, predicted we might get as much as two inches of snow overnight. I checked on the rabbits that live in the backyard, and they looked very cold. So, I invited them to spend the night in the warmth of the house.”

Cleric spoke as if this was a very normal thing to do, and indeed, it is for her. She continued, “They were supposed to stay in the kitchen, but this morning I found them hopping all over the house. I have found all but one. The others are having their breakfast of apples, pears, and carrots in the kitchen while I look for the missing bunny.”

At the mention of carrots, the errant rabbit poked his head out from under the bed. He twitched his ears and wriggled his nose, then hopped over to Cleric and looked up at her expectantly. He thump-thump-thumped one of his hind legs.

Naughty bunny“Oh, there you are! You naughty bunny! I should put you outside with no breakfast!” She picked up the bunny and rubbed her cheek in his fur. “But you know I will not. Come, now, let us allow Mistress Writer and Master Miles to return to their slumber.” She took the rabbit and left, turning at the door to wave goodnight.

Miles and I looked at each other and shrugged. Just another day in the life of a writer whose characters have fallen out of her young adult fantasy manuscript and into the real world.

Tuesday 03/31/2020

My husband was serving breakfast. My characters were lined up to get some scrambled eggs and breakfast potatoes, biscuits and country gravy, and pastries. As everyone took seats around the kitchen table, I frowned. “Has anyone seen Dragon? She missed dinner last night, and now breakfast this morning. I’m concerned she may be ill.”

Dragon in front of fireplace“Nay, tha beastie do na be ill.” My Old Dwarf spoke around a mouthful of food. “She jest be cold. She been snuggled-eed up by ’er fireplace since tha temperatures been droppin’ agin las’ afternoon.” He chuckled. “Ye be knowin’ how she be, complainin’ aboot the weather. She be right as rain as soon as it be warmin’ up and be stayin’ thet way.”

I nodded. I know that Dragon suffers from the cold even more than the rest of us. She was born in the heat of the desert, and spent most of her life there, at least three centuries, basking in the scorching sunlight. The Minnesota winters are hard on her, but she seems to suffer most in the spring, when temperatures fluctuate greatly between balmy and freezing.

sandwiches and lemonadeAs the day progressed, the early spring sun warmed the air considerably. Miles and I took advantage of the beautiful weather to do some clean-up in the yard. My Foreman, my Young Hero, and my Gypsy helped us clear the yard of fallen branches and other detritus left by the harsh winter winds and snow. Cleric and Sorceress made us all a picnic lunch and even my Arrogant One, my Bounty Hunter, and my Old Dwarf joined us in the gazebo for sandwiches and lemonade.

When we were finished with lunch, we all headed in to clean up. As we opened the door from the deck to the living room, we were hit with a wall of heat.

“What on earth . . .?” Miles gave me a puzzled look. “It feels like someone set the thermostat to maximum!”

He and I went to the hallway to check. The thermostat was set at 68 degrees Fahrenheit, but the temperature read 95.

“Dragon!”

I raced down the stairs to the conference room. There, Dragon was curled up in front of a blazing fire.

“Yo! What the heck are you trying to do?”

Dragon lazily opened one eye and gave me a toothy smile. “I am trying to get warm, obviously.”

“The fire goes. Now!” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at Dragon. “You have this place so hot, the paint is going to start melting right off the walls!”

“Piffle.” She made no move to douse the fire.

My Old Dwarf entered the room. “Eh, Beastie! Ye be havin’ it as hot as a dwarven forge in here! Douse thet fire afore ye be roastin’ me in me very armor!”

When Dragon still made no move toward the fireplace, my Old Dwarf produced a bucket of water he had been holding behind his back and threw it on the fire.

As the flames sizzled and drowned, Dragon leaped to her feet and started chasing the dwarf, who sprinted toward the stairs. “Eh, ye be too slow ta be catchin’ me! Ye be gittin’ soft, all tha time sleepin’ in front o thet fire!”Dragon chasing Old Dwarf

“Soft? Soft? How is this for soft?” I heard the whoosh of fiery dragon breath, and a chortle from the dwarf.

“Eh, ye be havin’ ta be doin’ better’n thet, beastie!”

Just then, the smoke alarms started screeching. Miles came running into the conference room. “That crazy beast is going to burn this house down!”

“You get the alarm to stop, and I’ll deal with Dragon.”

Yup. Just another day in the life of . . . well, you know.

Wednesday 04/01/2020

2 weeks of food in one mealBreakfast was quiet this morning. My Old Dwarf was my only character who joined Miles and me at the table. The two of us watched, slack-jawed, as the rotund figure downed a stack of flapjacks with butter and syrup, a dozen scrambled eggs, two biscuits with sausage gravy, a half pound of bacon, three ham steaks, two dozen sausage links, an entire cheddar hash brown casserole, half a loaf of toasted sourdough bread, a dozen banana nut muffins, and two urns of coffee.

Miles leaned close and whispered in my ear. “Do you realize your pint-sized minion just ate the equivalent of two weeks’ grocery budget in less than 10 minutes?”

The grubby glutton in question swiped his hand through his beard, scattering crumbs everywhere. He belched several times, patted his belly, then looked at us expectantly. “Be there any DE-zert?”

Yup, just another day.

Thursday 04/02/2020

Miles and I were in the laundry room, taking the clothes from the washer and putting them in the dryer. I felt some water splashing on my arm.

“Not funny, honey.” I gave Miles a stern look.

“What’s not funny?” He looked mystified.

I made a face at him and turned back to the wash. I felt more water splashing on me. I rounded on Miles. “Stop splashing water on me!”

“I’m not . . .”water dripping 3

We both looked up as more water dripped from above.

“What the heck?”

scryingWe both ran up the stairs to the bathroom that sat right above the laundry room. There, Sorceress stood staring into the sink. The faucets were turned on, and water was overflowing the basin, flooding the room.

“What are you doing?” Screeching seemed to be my most used form of communication lately.

“Why, I am scrying, of course.” Sorceress gave us a look that plainly said Duh. Then she looked at the floor.

“Oh, no! Oh, I am so sorry! I was so engrossed in my scrying I did not notice the water had overflowed the basin.” She quickly turned off the faucets and grabbed some towels. Miles and I joined her efforts at drying up the flood.

“Why were you scrying in the bathroom sink?” I handed her another big bath towel. “What happened to your scrying bowl?”

Sorceress threw some wet towels into the bathtub and continued mopping up with the towel I had handed her. “I cannot find my scrying bowl. I believe I lent it to the Gypsy lad when he was learning how to scry, but he cannot find it either.”

Throwing the wet towels into the tub, Miles, Sorceress, and I all grabbed some more dry towels and continued mopping.

“With this terrible virus devastating your population, I was worried about some of our friends. I was attempting to scry on Colton and his mother, and on Marisol and her mother, to determine if they are well.”

“Are they?” I swapped out my towel again.

“Yes. I saw all of them clearly in the water. They all remain healthy. Next, I was going to try to scry on Christine and Talia from the Chris-Tal Clear Metaphysical Store, and on our neighbors, Mace and Gloria.”

telephone1I sighed as I tossed another sopping wet towel into the tub. “Why don’t I just call them on the telephone and see how they’re doing?”

Sorceress’ cheeks flamed. “Oh. Oh, yes, I suppose that would work.”

“Yes, I suppose it would.” I gave Sorceress an arch look as I handed her some more towels.

Just another . . . do I have to say it?

Friday 04/03/2020

I looked up as my Young Hero strutted into the living room. I immediately noticed the smug look on his face.

“What’s up?”

MusclesHe grinned at me. “Well, Mistress, as you know, being half-dwarf, I am shorter than most humans of a similar age. That has never troubled me. But it has always vexed me that I have none of the great muscle and bulk of my dwarven kin. So, I have been exercising.” He pushed up his sleeve and flexed his arm. “Look!”

I gaped at the boy’s arm. It was indeed impressive. My Young Hero sported the muscles of a champion bodybuilder. I whistled. “How long have you been exercising?”

“Not that long. Along with the exercise, I have been taking some health potions the elf gave me. They have really helped.” He struck a pose and showed off his muscles some more.

I frowned. “You took potions my Arrogant One gave you?”

The young lad nodded.

I arched my eyebrow and sighed. “Was that really smart?”

My Young Hero stopped showing off and furrowed his brow. “You do not believe he would have given me something unsafe, do you?”

“You know him as well as I do. What do you think?”

Just then, my Arrogant One entered the room, whistling nonchalantly. My Young Hero rounded on him. “What was in those potions you gave me?”

“Why? Did they not work?”

I stood and got between my two characters. “What was in them?” I glared at my Arrogant One.No muscles

“They were harmless enough. But if the lad not satisfied with the results, so be it.” He snapped his fingers and my Young Hero’s muscles deflated like leaky balloons.

“It was all just an illusion! Why you dirty, rotten . . .”

My Arrogant One didn’t stick around to hear the rest of my Young Hero’s invective. He took off like a rabbit, the lad right on his heels.

Yep, you guessed it. Just another day.

Saturday 04/04/2020

“Eh, lass, ye better be stoppin’ tha war.” My Old Dwarf took a big bite of a crisp, red apple, and continued speaking around the mouthful of food. “Yer Bounty Hunter, an’ yer Foreman an’ tha two laddies be aboot ta be kiltin’ each udder oot in tha back yard.”

I sighed and headed for the door.

“What’s going on?” I yelled at my characters as I stepped out onto the deck.

My Foreman, my Gypsy, and my Young Hero were holding their saddled mounts by the reins in the middle of the yard. Arrows were sticking out of the saddles. The three characters were yelling at the top of their voices at my Bounty Hunter, who was yelling back, just as loudly.

I ran down the steps.

“I asked what’s going on here!” I raised my voice, trying to be heard over the ongoing brouhaha.

“This is the first day in months the weather has allowed us to ride our horses and this lout is out here firing arrows at us.” My Foreman scowled.

HorsesTarget“This is the first day in months the weather has allowed me to engage in some target practice. And I am not firing at them. They are intentionally riding into my line of fire. I have as much right as those three to use the yard.” My Bounty Hunter nocked another arrow in his bow and turned toward his target, which was set up in front of the garden shed.

“You have the right to use the yard, but not our paddock when we are already here riding!” My Gypsy grabbed the other man’s arm, causing the arrow to go wide, flying over the fence into the neighbor’s yard.

“Stop! Right now! All of you! You.” I pointed at my Bounty Hunter. “Front yard. There is more than enough room to set up your target in front of the garage doors. You can shoot from the end of the driveway. I know Dragon has extended the spell of concealment that far.”

I turned back to my other three characters. “Gypsy, use your magic to retrieve that arrow without being seen. And all of you – try to solve these problems without fighting, won’t you?”

Without waiting for an answer, I turned and went back inside.

An hour later, Miles came in the front door and up the stairs. I looked up as he came into the living room. He was holding an arrow.

“What happened?”Bulls eye

“Your Bounty Hunter scored a bulls-eye . . . on my tire.”

I sighed.

 

Welcome to my world! I hope you have enjoyed observing some random events from a typical week in the household of Mistress Writer and Master Miles. Be sure to come back next week and see what is in store for my little band of displaced characters. I’ll leave the porch light on for you . . . if it hasn’t been broken by an arrow before then.

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Eye Think We’re Done Here

Eye Think We’re Done Here

No catching movement out of corner of eyeBounty Hunter flame-cheekedIt had been a good couple of days, at least on one front. No creepy feelings of being watched. No catching movement out of the corner of my eye, only to find nothing and nobody there when I turned to look. I think my Bounty Hunter had gotten the message.

I had seen him moping around several times, but when I approached him to say something, he turned, flamed-cheeked, and walked away. I saw him do the same when any of his fellow characters drew near. I guess it’s embarrassing, not to mention rather ego-deflating, for a bounty hunter to find all his super-sleuthing and creeping about was common knowledge, to find he hadn’t managed to sneak up on anyone.

The eyes were a different story. I thought I had seen them a few times. Each time, they were gone before I was sure I had seen them, before I was sure they weren’t just a figment of my overactive and over stressed imagination.

The eyes were a different storyThe most recent pair may or may not have just been staring at me from my computer monitor. I squinted at the screen, trying to bring into focus what may have been a fading image of eyes behind the words I had been typing. Was it or wasn’t it? I squinted harder.

“Mistress?”Cleric twisting cord belt

I jumped and looked up from my computer to see Cleric poking her head into my office. Her brow was furrowed, and she looked troubled.

I put my computer in sleep mode. “What is it?”

She edged her way into my office and stood there fidgeting with her cincture.

“Well?”

“Well, Mistress, I am not certain, but I think I saw a pair of disembodied eyes watching me from the looking glass in the garderobe.” She fidgeted some more.

“You’re not certain?” I raised an eyebrow.

Cleric blushed deep redCleric blushed and lowered her eyes. “No, Mistress. I had been using very hot water, and the looking glass was steamed up. I am not sure if I saw the eyes, or if it was just a mirage caused by the swirling vapor.”

“I see.” I raked my hand through my hair. “Well, let Dragon know. If there was something there, she will want to examine the area for trace magic. She believes she knows who is behind these apparitions, but she would like to confirm her suspicions before putting her plan in motion.”

Cleric nodded and scurried away.

Murderous lookBefore I could get back to my work, my husband, Miles, walked in. I took one look at the murderous expression on his face and sighed. “What have my characters done now?”Dwarf hacking hole in wall

Miles scowled. “Well, your Old Dwarf hacked a good-sized hole in the living room wall. It may be more damage than I can fix on my own. We may have to hire someone to repair the wall and repaint it.”

My jaw dropped and my eyes grew as big as saucers. “My Old Dwarf did what?” I waved off my husband’s reply. “Why would he do that?”

“He said something about gittin’ them eyeballs.” Miles continued to scowl. “He thought he saw eyes watching him. I know first-hand how disconcerting that can be, but really! Attacking the wall? You need to talk with him.”

I sighed again. “Yeah, I’ll go find him right now.”Conference room gathering

As Miles and I walked down the hall from my office, we heard a commotion in the conference room, so we took a detour to find out what was happening. We found all my characters there, all talking at once.

I had to shout at the top of my voice to get everyone’s attention. “What’s the brouhaha all about?”Angry Dragon

Dark smoke emanated from Dragon’s snout. “It seems everywhere we go in this house, there are eyes watching our every move.”

“Yes. I thought I had seen some. Also, Cleric told me she thought she saw some in the steam on the bathroom mirror, and Miles just told me the dwarf tried to attack a pair he saw on the living room wall.”

DwarfI glowered at my Old Dwarf, who scuffed one foot back and forth on the floor. “Eh, I be real sorry-like aboot thet, lass. I be fixin’ yer wall fer ye right quick-like, as soon as I be gittin some materials.”

I nodded, then turned back to Dragon. “Have you been able to find any trace that would tell you who is behind the surveillance?”

“Not yet, but neither have I found anything to gainsay my earlier supposition.” Smoke continued to drift from the huge reptile’s nose as she narrowed her eyes and growled. “I believe I should implement my plan.”

I nodded. “You should do it at your earliest convenience.” I started to go but turned back. “Oh, don’t forget the next meeting of Lost in the Words is tomorrow night.”

Dragon nodded and grinned, revealing her terrible dagger-like teeth. “I have not forgotten.”

The Local Coffee ShoppeElf cleric close-up 2The following evening, Dragon and I arrived at The Local Coffee Shoppe well in advance of the writers’ club meeting. Dragon was in her preferred guise of Dray, a beautiful elf maiden. Her delicate features, slanted eyes, and slightly pointed ears gave her an exotic look, but she easily passed for a human female and raised no eyebrows from the café patrons. At the counter we ordered our beverages – a spiced tea for Dray, and a hot chocolate for me. Then we made our way to the large alcove where tables and chairs were already set up in anticipation of the meeting.Griff2

CrawfordCrawford and Griff were already there. Griff jumped up to greet Dray and pull out a chair for her next to him. I slid into the seat next to Crawford.

Crawford leaned close to me and spoke in an urgent whisper. “Have you figured anything out yet?”

The walls were watchingCrawford and Griff had been with me at the Chris-Tal Clear Metaphysical Store when multiple pairs of eyes appeared all around us. Crawford was the one who suggested we were, in his words, barking up the wrong tree when we suspected our young neighbor, Marisol, to be the perpetrator.
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MarisolArrogant One full body“Well . . .” I sighed and raked my hand through my hair. “We’ve discovered who is not behind the eyes. It’s not Marisol, and it’s not my Arrogant One or any of my other characters who practice magic. Dray believes she knows who is responsible, and she has a plan to deal with the perpetrator.”

Crawford looked questioningly at Dray. “Care to share your plan?”

Dray narrowed her eyes and a smile tugged at her lips. Before she could answer, however, the other members of Lost in the Words joined us.

Didi“Hey, strangers!” Didi slid into the chair next to me, and other members took their places around the table. “I was beginning to think you had fallen off the face of the earth!”

I smiled ruefully at the young journalist and aspiring cozy mystery writer. “Been busy.”

Robaire - fantasy“Say, did you ever figure out that problem you were having with the magic system and that strange character in your WIP?” I recognized the person leaning across the table to talk with me as one of the fantasy writers who had been at the last meeting Dray and I attended. https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/09/01/still-searching-for-answers/

Arthur, angry face“We can discuss works-in-progress at the appropriate time during the meeting.” Arthur, the writers’ club president, cut off the conversation as he took his chair at the head of the table and called the meeting to order. “I see you’re back.” He glowered at me. “If you plan to join our group, you’ll have to apply for membership. We can’t have people just dropping in willy-nilly whenever it suits them. We have an agenda to follow.”

Without waiting for me to reply, Arthur addressed the meeting. “Since everyone here tonight was in attendance last time our two . . . guests . . . intruded on our meeting, there is no need for introductions. Let’s begin.”

Two hours later, four members of the group had read selections from their works in progress. Each in turn got excellent feedback and gentle, constructive criticism from the rest of the group before Arthur wielded his verbal scalpel and viciously shredded their WIPs.

When no one else had a WIP they wanted to share, Arthur turned to me and sneered. “I don’t suppose you have anything worth sharing?” He sneered and waved off my response. “No, of course not. I don’t know why you’re here. This is not a social club.”

Art - leader - multi-genre (2)Without taking a breath, Arthur launched into the announcements – a few writers’ conferences he was endorsing, a few new releases by MN authors, and several newspaper and magazine articles of interest to the local writing community. Finishing up, he reminded everyone of the date for the next meeting and gave a stern exhortation. “Please spend more time at your craft. Much of what was shared tonight was a waste of our time.”

Crawford rolled his eyes. “Arthur’s just so inspirational, isn’t he? A regular breath of fresh air.” His lips twisted into a sardonic smile.

I laughed, then excused myself. Motioning to Dray to accompany me, I approached Arthur as he wordlessly stuffed his notes back into his battered briefcase.

Arthur, angry faceLooking up at the two of us, Arthur grimaced. “I presume you wish to apply for membership.” He checked his watch. “I have some time now. I could conduct the requisite interviews immediately and save you the need to fill out the application.”

“You’re assuming they won’t meet your standards, Arthur?” Crawford raised an eyebrow at the other man.

“That is a distinct possibility.” Arthur’s expression was as sour as his words. “Come along now. I don’t have all night.”

Dray smiled. If someone knew her as I did, they would have recognized the feral smile as a sign of impending danger. Unfortunately for him, Arthur didn’t recognize it as such.

“We should move to a more private area.” Dray’s smile seemed more menacing as she pointed to a table in the corner that was well away from the other patrons. “I will get us some refills. Arthur, what were you drinking?” She gestured at his empty cup.

I waved to Crawford and Griff and bade them goodbye as Arthur and I made our way to the other table, and Dray went up to the counter to get the refreshments for the three of us.Art - leader - multi-genre (2)

With no preamble, Arthur demanded, “Why do you want to join Lost in the Words? How do you think our group will benefit you, and how do you plan to bring value to our group?”

Placing his drink and a large apple in front of Arthur, Dray slipped into the chair next to me, facing Arthur. While Arthur’s attention was on me, I saw Dray make a few arcane gestures, and I knew our confrontation with Arthur would go unnoticed by the other patrons.

Impatient, Arthur repeated his question. “I asked you why you want to join Lost in the Words. How do you think our group will benefit you, and how do you plan to bring value to our group?”

“Oh, trust me, Arthur. We can bring a great deal of value to this group.” Dray leaned forward. “And we can bring a great deal to you specifically.”

“What do you mean?” Arthur scowled. “Are you actually trying to gain admission to this group through bribery?”

“No, Arthur. We seek a different sort of admission. The admission we seek is from you, owning up to your recent deeds.” Dray fixed him with a cold stare.

Arthur squirms and stammers“Wha . . . what do you mean?” Arthur squirmed in his seat, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

I cleared my throat. “Arthur, we believe you are behind some recent, unsettling events. Do you care to guess to what I am referring?”

“I . . . I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He reached for his briefcase. “I have no time for such absurdity. Good night!”

But as he tried to push his chair back from the table and leave, he found it stuck fast to the floor.

“Arthur.” Dray spoke in a soothing voice. “You see, Arthur, ceilings, walls, doors, mirrors, and computer monitors are not the only things with eyes, Arthur.” She gestured to the piece of fruit on the table in front of him.

Arthur gaped at the apple, which now sported a pair of eyes.Apple with eyesDray continued, her voice still calm and melodic. “And eyes are not the only features that things can have, Arthur.” She gestured again, and the color drained form Arthur’s face as the apple bared a set of fangs.Apple grows eyes and teeth“Arthur, if a pair of eyes should ever again appear near us, you will find apples are not the only things with teeth. Do you see, Arthur? Do you understand?” Dray pointed to the wall next to Arthur.

Arthur started to hyperventilate as the image of a fanged monster appeared on that wall.

Teeth

Do you understand, Arthur?” Dray morphed into her true self and roared at Arthur. The man’s eyes looked as if they would literally pop out of his head, and his jaw almost hit the table as he gaped at the snarling beast.Warning from Dragon 2

“Arthur? Do you understand me, Arthur?” Dray spoke softly.

Elf cleric close-up 2

Arthur nodded. He could barely speak. When he finally found his voice, he stammered hoarsely. “How . . . how did you do . . .?” His voice cracked and he trailed off. Licking his lips nervously, he tried again. “How . . . how did you know it was me?”

“Oh, something someone said.” Dray narrowed her eyes and her lips slowly spread in a tight smile.

The color gradually returned to Arthur’s face, his ragged breathing slowed to normal, and he regained his composure. Slowly, his eyes narrowed as he took Dray’s measure. “So, I was right about you. I knew you were more than you appeared to be, you and the rest of your friends.”

“Yes, you were right.” Dray nodded and took a sip of her spiced tea. “You have that knowledge now . . . knowledge that you will neither share nor use in any way.”A toothy grin

Dray shimmered. “Unless you would like to have first-hand knowledge of these teeth.” Dragon flashed a toothy grin at Arthur.

Arthur jumped and rubbed his eyes. He furrowed his brow at Dray, calmly sitting next to me and sipping her tea.

Dray put her cup on the table and raised an eyebrow at Arthur. “Well?”

Arthur nodded. “I see that I have no choice. Your secret will remain undisclosed.”

“Good. Then I think we’re done here.” I smiled.

“But do not forget our applications for membership in Lost in the Words.” Dray’s eyes twinkled as Arthur scowled.

I have a feeling we’ll have no more problems with Arthur. I hope you’ll join us next week and see what’s in store next for my little band of displaced characters. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.

Eye Think We’re Getting Closer

Eye Think We’re Getting Closer

It was déjà vu.

in officeEyesAll morning long, I had had the feeling of being watched. It was unnerving, especially considering recent events. I couldn’t concentrate. I kept looking up from my computer, expecting to see one of my characters at the door, ready to barge in and disturb me at my work . . . or worse, still, a disembodied pair of eyes watching me. Each time I looked, there were no eyes and there was no one at the door, although several times I swore I saw a quickly retreating shadow.

It was almost lunchtime. I had just looked up from the computer and I had seen it again – just a shadow moving by the door. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the hallway.

“Ye jes’ be commin’ along quiet-like, now. Tha lass’ll be wantin’ ta be knowin’ wat ye been doin’ oot here.”

Dwarf and Bounty HunterMy Bounty Hunter balked at the door, but my Old Dwarf pushed him into the room. The rotund figure followed, axe in hand, smacking the flat of his axe blade into the open palm of his other hand in a threatening gesture.

“What’s going on?” I glared at my Bounty Hunter, who brushed himself off, straightened his tunic, and quietly regained his composure.Dwarf facing right

When it became obvious that the man was not going to respond, my Old Dwarf spoke up. “I be seein’ thisun oot here tippy-toein’ around by yer door. He be lookin’ liken he be spyin’ on ye.” The dwarf gave the man another shove. “Why do na ye be tellin’ tha lass jes wat ye been doin’?”

I looked questioningly at my Bounty Hunter, who remained silent. I could feel my anger rise.

“It was you!” I sputtered. “You . . . you have been spying on me! And I suppose my Arrogant One was responsible for the eyes.”

“No!” My Bounty Hunter glared at me.

The dwarf scoffed. “Now, do na be tellin’ tha lass no fibs. I be catchin’ ye in tha act.”

Bounty Hunter full body 2My Bounty Hunter scowled. “All right. As you say, you caught me in the act.” He started pacing. “I often watch and listen to those within this house, unnoticed by the subjects of my observation. It keeps my skills sharp. I am a bounty hunter. I need to be stealthy.” He stopped and faced me. “I was bored on the illusory trip. While my companions were enjoying themselves, I returned here several times to practice, to watch you here in your office. But I acted alone. The elf had nothing to do with this. If he was behind the watching eyes – which I doubt – he acted without me.”

“We’ll see about that.” I nodded to my Old Dwarf. “Bring him. We need to talk to the elf.”

I pushed past the other two and led the way out of the room and down the hall. My Bounty Hunter reluctantly followed, prodded every step of the way by the dwarf. We didn’t have far to go. We found my Arrogant One in the conference room, in heated discussion with Dragon and my other magic users.

The small group of spellcasters – Dragon, Sorceress, Cleric, my Gypsy, and my Arrogant One – fell silent as we entered the room.

Arrogant One full bodyWithout apologizing for the intrusion, I accosted my Arrogant One. “Elf, we need to talk.”

My Arrogant One drew himself up, rocked back on his heels, grasped his cloak with both hands, and scowled at me. “We are busy. Can this not wait?”

“No.”

“Very well.” He frowned and sighed. “Please be quick.”

I glared at the elf. “Your sidekick was just caught in the act of spying on me. He admits he was the one responsible for several incidents wherein I felt as if I were being watched while you were all allegedly on your illusory trip. I want to know if you were with him, if you are the one responsible for the eyes that appeared in various places in this house and in the Chris-Tal Clear Metaphysical Store.”

Arrogant One facing rightBounty Hunter head shotMy Arrogant One’s face flamed, and his jaw dropped. He glared at my Bounty Hunter, then turned to me. “I have already told you I am not responsible. Did this miscreant tell you otherwise?”

Backyard 050“No, he claimed he acted alone. He also said he did not believe you were involved in the appearance of disembodied eyes.” I raked my hand through my hair. “But if he was involved in spying on me, it stands to reason that you, his best friend and cohort, would be involved.”

Dragon 2Dragon stepped in front of me. “He was not.”

I scowled. “How do you know? If the one was involved . . .”

Dragon gestured toward my Bounty Hunter. “He frequently spies on us when he thinks we are unaware. He has done this since he fell out of your manuscript and arrived here.”

My Bounty Hunter’s face fell. “You . . . you knew?”

Dragon scoffed. “Of course we knew. We humored you. You really are not very good, you know. I do not know how you survived as a Bounty Hunter in our world.” The beast turned from him and continued. “The Bounty Hunter may have snuck back here during our illusory trip in order to spy on you, but the eyes – whether illusion or something else – were not the work of the elf.”

“And I am tired of the constant accusations.” My Arrogant One’s voice was something between a whine and a threat.

“If you truly were not involved, I apologize for the accusation.” I turned to my Bounty Hunter. “But you are guilty. If you are ever found spying on me again, I will let Dragon and my Old Dwarf deal with you.”

Flame-cheeked, my Bounty Hunter nodded curtly to me, then scurried out of the room.

We are busy“Now, if you will excuse us, we are busy. We have been trying to devise a way to expose whoever or whatever is behind the disembodied eyes.” My Arrogant One unceremoniously hustled my Old Dwarf and me out of the room, slamming the door closed behind us.

dragonWhen they emerged from the conference room several hours later, my little band of magic users seemed in better spirits. Dragon approached me. “We believe we have identified the culprit and have a plan to expose him.” She grinned a toothy grin and rubbed her hands together gleefully as she explained the plan to me.

 

What is Dragon’s plan, and who does she and her colleagues in magic hope to uncover? Be sure to come back next week! We’ll leave the porch light on for you.

Eye’m Afraid Eye Just Don’t See

Eye’m Afraid Eye Just Don’t See

tree

“Barkin’ up tha wrong tree? Wat do thet e’en be meanin’?”

We were all gathered in the conference room – me, my husband, and my little band of displaced characters – discussing recent events. My Old Dwarf wore a puzzled expression, and a coating of food particles from the mouthful of sandwich around which he was trying to talk.All gathered

Arrogant One scolding Dwarf“It means, you slovenly ignoramus, that this Crawford person did not believe the child, Marisol, was the one behind the appearances of the eyes.” My Arrogant One wrinkled his nose at the dwarf, who continued to chomp on his sandwich and scatter bits of food over his beard and armor as he spoke.

“Then who do be behind ’em?”

“We do not yet know, do we?” My Arrogant One rolled his eyes. “If you had been listening instead of chomping, maybe you would have heard Dragon say as much.”

Ignoring the elf’s jibe, the dwarf kept chomping on the sandwich and talking. “Well then, iffins we do na be knowin’ who do be behind tha eyes, how do we be knowin’s it do na be tha youngun?”

Dragon scolding Dwarf“Because I just told you she is not.” Dragon snorted dark smoke at her diminutive companion. “I questioned Marisol, and during the questioning I also probed her mind with my magic. The child is not behind the events. She was not even aware of them before I questioned her.”

“This is extremely disturbing.” My Foreman rubbed the back of his neck. “Did not you magic users weave a spell of protection over this property after someone interfered with one of the elf’s illusions? I thought your spell was supposed to prevent such incidents.”

weaveWeave a new spellDragon nodded. “Yes, after someone wove their magic into one of the Arrogant One’s illusions, a spell that prevented the illusion from being dismissed, we – the elf, the Gypsy lad, Sorceress, Cleric, and myself – spent a great deal of time separating the foreign magic from the spell the elf had cast. We then cast a new spell of protection over the house and grounds, protecting it from outside magic.”                                                           https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/12/15/what-has-that-elf-done-now/                         https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/12/22/tis-the-season-for-cooperation/

My Young Hero frowned and stroked his chin. “And how does that work?”

Dragon with smokeDragon snorted another puff of smoke. “Well, the spell is supposed to prevent any magic user, save we five, from casting any spells on this property, or from adding their magic to any spells we cast elsewhere.” She frowned. “Before we cast the spell, we made certain we were alone, that no other magic user or alien presence was on the property. We also ensured that no spell had been cast by any magician that would compromise, change, or block our efforts in casting a spell of protection. Once we made those determinations, I warded the room where we worked against entry and against eavesdropping, both mechanical and magical.”

My Bounty Hunter lounged against the wall, examining his fingernails. “Tsk, tsk. All your efforts do not appear to have been very effective, do they?”

“What do you know of this?” I rounded on my Bounty Hunter.Bounty Hunter head shot

“Me? Why nothing. Nothing except what you and Dragon have shared with us.” His eyes were wide and guileless, his voice petulant.

“I think it would be better to ask your Arrogant One what he knows.” Miles frowned. “If the spell of protection prevents outside magic, then it must have been someone here.”

“Pfft.” My Bounty Hunter scoffed. “The elf was with us, on our illusory trip, when these incidents allegedly occurred.”

“Yes, I was!” My Arrogant One drew himself up, rocked back on his heels, grasped his cloak with both hands, and sneered. “And I resent being accused! There are four other magic users among us. Why not ask them if they are behind these appearances of eyes?”

“Because you are the only one who consistently causes trouble?” Sorceress scoffed.

I nodded. “She’s right. You are the resident troublemaker.” I held up a hand to prevent the elf’s outburst. “But you are right, too. Perhaps everyone needs to account for their whereabouts during these incidents.”

“Exactly when did they occur?” Cleric blushed and ducked her head. “I know you told us, but could you go over it again, so we can all get it straight in our minds?”Being watched

“Let me think.” I furrowed my brow. “The first incident, the feeling that someone was watching me, and the appearance of eyes in the bedroom, was the first week of January, just the day after you left on your illusory trip.” https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2020/01/05/7507/

EyesI raked my hand through my hair. “It was the following week when I saw eyes staring at me from my computer monitor.” https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2020/01/12/the-eyes-of-the-something-are-upon-me/

Eyes watching from the door

I started pacing as I tried to remember the events. “It had to be another week before Miles and I both saw the eyes on the French doors.” https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2020/01/19/eyell-be-seeing-you/

The walls were watchingGriff protects usI frowned. “And the last incident, which occurred in the back room of the Chris-Tal Clear Metaphysical Store, was just a week after that. Crawford and Griff were there, and they saw those eyes. So did Christine and Talia.”

More eyes

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“Could any of them be behind these incidents?” My Arrogant One seemed eager to shift the blame to someone else.

“I don’t think it could be Christine or Talia, not only because the last incident occurred in their store, but because they looked genuinely surprised and shook up. And as for the other two, I do not believe Crawford has any magic ability, and Griff would have no reason.” I looked at my characters. “So, that brings us back to all of you. Can everyone account for their whereabouts at those times?”

My Gypsy shrugged. “We were all together, from the time we left on our illusory trip to the time we returned.”

Cleric and Bounty HunterCleric cleared her throat and fidgeted with her cord belt. “Not all of us.” She pointed at my Bounty Hunter and gave him an apologetic look. “There were a number of times during the trip when he went missing. I do not think, however, those times coincide with the incidents in question.”

I confronted my Bounty Hunter. “Well? Would you care to offer an explanation?”

“I do not believe I need . . . what do you call it? An alibi?” He shrugged and studied his fingernails some more. When I did not reply, he looked up and smirked. “In case the obvious escapes you, I have no magic ability. I could not be behind the appearance of the eyes.”

“But with some help?” I gestured toward my Arrogant One.

arrogant one“I did not do this!” The elf turned scarlet. “I am tired of everyone accusing me of every calamity, every disaster, every debacle, every mischief, every mishap that occurs!”

“Wale, elfie, it usually be ye wat been doin’ it!” My Old Dwarf chuckled.

Do not call me elfie!” My Arrogant One shrieked in his glass-shattering tone.

“All right, all right. We’re not accomplishing anything this way.” I raked my hand through my hair again and scowled. “Okay, if it was not Marisol, Christine, Talia, Crawford, Griff, or any of you, then who was it, and how did they get past the spell of protection? How did they cast a spell in this house?”

treeDragon half-closed her eyes and smoke drifted from her nostrils. “Crawford said we were barking up the wrong tree.” She furrowed her brow as if in deep concentration. “That phrase . . . barking up the wrong tree . . . it tickles some memory roaming through my congested and labyrinthine mind. If I could just coax it out, perchance we could identify the culprit.”

Do any of you readers know who might be behind the spying eyes? If so, we would really appreciate your help in solving this mystery! Be sure to leave us your thoughts, observations, and comments, and come back again next week. Maybe we will be confronting the culprit! In any case, we’ll leave the porch light on for you.

Eye’m No Closer to an Answer

Eye’m No Closer to an Answer

Crawforddiscussing over tea“What do you think about what Crawford said?”

We were home again, and Dragon and I were discussing the day’s events. I took a sip of tea and continued. “Do you agree with his assessment that we are looking for a powerful spell caster, or do you still feel Marisol might be responsible for the intrusive eyes?”

“I do not have enough facts upon which to base a conclusion.” Dragon took a gulp of her tea. “A perfunctory examination of the back room of the Chris-Tal Clear Metaphysical Store yielded no clues. Other than Christine, Talia, you, Crawford, and Griff, I sensed no presence in the room. Mayhap Christine and Talia, upon performing a more thorough inspection, will discover something of import. Right now, I would like to begin a thorough examination of the areas here where you discovered someone was watching you.”

in officeI nodded. “The morning it started it began with just the feeling of someone watching me while I worked in my office. It was unnerving. I kept looking up from my computer, expecting to see someone at the door. Each time I looked, there was no one there, although several times I swore I saw a quickly retreating shadow. That continued into the afternoon, with me never actually seeing anyone.”

Being watchedI placed my teacup back on the table and raked my hand through my hair. “Miles took me out for dinner and a movie, to help get my mind off things. However, in bed that night, a noise woke me. I thought I saw a shadow leaving the room, so I ran out into the hallway. I saw nothing there, so I checked the entire house, but I found nothing amiss. When I was back in bed, though, I looked up and there was a huge pair of eyes watching me from the ceiling.”Dragon with smoke

Dragon furrowed her scaly brow, and dark smoke drifted from her snout. “Then, with your permission, I will start with your bedchamber.”

An examination of the bedroom yielded no clues. Neither did an examination of the other places I had seen eyes watching me – the computer monitor in my office, and the French doors that led from the living room to the deck.

Eyes have been watching me

Dragon sighed. “I have found nothing, neither through my physical examination of these areas, nor through a more thorough magical inspection.”

I frowned. “What do we do now, then?”

Elf clericBefore answering me, Dragon shapeshifted into her preferred alter ego, Dray. To those with a discerning eye, Dray’s delicate features and exquisitely pointed ears marked her as an elf. However, to the unobservant and uninitiated, she appeared to be an exotic and very beautiful human and could blend in quite easily in this world.

Once her transformation was complete, Dray smiled and lifted an eyebrow at me. “Now, I talk to Marisol.”

Talia in sports carDray arrived at the home shared by the child, Marisol, and her mother, Bastina, just as Talia pulled up to the curb in a snazzy red Ferrari.

Dray waited at the front door for Talia to join her.

“Dray! Fancy seeing you here!” The co-owner of the Chris-Tal Clear Metaphysical Store grinned at her.

Dray returned her smile, though without the same level of enthusiasm. “Hello, Talia! Did you and Christine discover anything?”

Talia and Christine

Talia shook her head. “No, I’m afraid whoever did it left no trace. Are you here to interrogate Marisol?”

Dray frowned. “It is not my intention to interrogate the child. I merely have a few questions for her.”

Talia shrugged. “Well, don’t waste your time. She can’t be behind the spying. She hasn’t any spell-casting ability.”

“Do you really know the extent of her ability?” Dray raised a delicate eyebrow.

Talia sighed. “Not really, but I have no reason to believe she is capable of this sort of magic.”

“You do not believe her capable? So, I am to take your word for it?” Dray scoffed. “Well, I think I will speak to the child myself, if you have no objections.”

Not waiting for an answer, Dray reached around the other woman and rang the doorbell.

Bastina opened the door, and a smile lighted her careworn face. “Dray! Talia! What a pleasant surprise. Please come in.” Bastina led the other two into the living room, where Marisol sat, reading a book.

Talking to MarisolThe child looked up and jumped off the chair, the book falling to the floor. “Dray! Talia! Did you come to see me?”

“We did, sweetie!” Talia opened her arms to give the child a hug.

“I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.” The girl accepted Talia’s embrace, then looked up at Dray. “And I wasn’t expecting you at all.”

“Well, I hope you are not disappointed.” Dray smiled warmly at Marisol.

“Of course not!” The child giggled.

BastinaMarisol 2Dray turned to Bastina. “Would it be permissible to speak with your daughter in private?”

Bastina furrowed her brow. “Does this have anything to do with the lessons she is receiving from Talia?”

Dray gave a noncommittal shrug. “In a way.”

“Then, it’s fine. I’m so grateful that you told Talia about Marisol. The child seems to have benefited greatly from Talia’s instructions. Since my daughter has undertaken the exercises in control and restraint, there have been fewer . . . incidents. I still don’t understand everything . . . or anything, for that matter.” Bastina shrugged and made a moue. “What I do know, however, is my daughter is better off now.”

Dray gave Bastina a reassuring smile. “I am glad it is working out.” She turned toward Marisol. “Come, child. I need to speak with you before Talia proceeds with your lessons.”

Several hours later, Dray was home and had shapeshifted back into her true form.

“Did you learn anything?” I took a sip of my tea.second discussion over tea

“Only what I already suspected. Marisol is not our spy.” Smoke started to drift from Dragon’s snout. “And I ran into Talia. She was there to work with the child on control of her powers. Talia and Christine found nothing when they inspected their storeroom.”

I sighed. “Then who is behind the watching eyes?”

“I am not certain yet.” Dragon took another gulp of her tea and narrowed her eyes. “But something Crawford said has given me . . . what is your idiom? Food for thought?”

“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow. “What did he say?”

“He said we may be barking up the wrong tree.”

tree

What tree should we be barking up? Be sure to come back next week. Maybe we can find out. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.

Eye May Have to Reconsider

Eye May Have to Reconsider

Dragon, Talia, Chris

“No, it can not be good!” Dragon repeated her words, this time more forcefully, as she – in her customary guise of an elf maiden – continued glaring at Christine and Talia. “Not good at all!”Glaring

Talia returned Dragon’s glare through narrowed eyes, but Christine seemed relieved at Dragon’s presence.

I smiled broadly and addressed Dragon by the name she used in public. “Dray! When did you . . .?”

But Dragon held up a hand to silence me. “My apologies for my prolonged absence, Mistress. When I returned this day, Master Miles apprised me of the recent events, and of your current whereabouts. I came immediately.” She glared at Christine and Talia again. “It would seem I arrived not a moment too soon.”

“Indeed?” Talia scowled, and pushed her hair off her face. “Perhaps if you had been here earlier, we wouldn’t have had this problem.”Dragon, Talia, Chris

Dragon ignored Talia’s complaint, and glowered at the co-owners of the Chris-Tal Clear Metaphysical Store, the establishment in whose back room we currently stood. “Have you had such an incident previous to this day’s appearance?”

Christine shook her head. “No. No one has ever been able to penetrate our wards before.”

Dragon furrowed her brow. “Are your certain your wards are in place and activated at this time?”

“Of course!” Christine scoffed.

“No.” Talia’s voice was so soft, we almost missed what she said.

“No?” Christine rounded on Talia, her eyes hard, her mouth set in a grim line. “And why not?”

Talia hung her head and mumbled. “The wards are still active for the store itself, to protect our inventory, but I released them back here. I thought it best, since we were expecting people for afternoon tea.”

“Really, Talia, what were you thinking?” Christine rolled her eyes and her mouth formed a moue. “It never occurred to you to just modify the wards to allow our guests to enter, but still keep others from intruding? Who knows what was behind this invasion or what mischief might have been done?”Talia with flaming cheeks

Talia continued to hang her head, and her cheeks flamed, but she gave no reply.

“Well, it is water under the bridge now.” Dragon sighed. “I doubt any harm has been done, though. Since this is the first time such a thing has occurred here, I doubt you were the target.”

Crawford furrowed his brow. “I would agree, Dray.”

Griff nodded in agreement. “Me, too. Marge has detailed for us what has been happening at her house. I would imagine she is the intended target.”

Eyes have been watching me

“But the fact that whoever – or whatever – is spying on Marge did so here at our store may indicate there is a connection to us as well.” Christine frowned.

Dragon stroked her chin as she considered this. She paced the length of the big room, then stopped and faced me. “Mistress, correct me if I am wrong, but I can think of only two connections you have to Christine and Talia.”

Crawford and GriffI furrowed my brow and chewed on my lower lip for several moments before nodding. “Well, I suppose it is obvious the first connection would be Crawford and Griff.” I gestured toward them as I spoke. “Crawford was the one who suggested Christine and Talia might be able to help with Marisol. https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/09/08/still-looking-for-answers/

Dragon nodded. “Therefore, the second connection, logically, would be Marisol herself.”Marisol

I agreed. “But since Crawford and Griff were present here with me today when the eyes appeared, I doubt they are behind the apparitions at home.”

“That leaves Marisol.” Dragon frowned.

“Yes. This was supposed to be a celebration of sorts for her today, if I understood Talia earlier.” I raised a questioning eyebrow at Talia.

at the herb farmThe woman nodded and cleared her throat. “We recently met the child when we visited the herb shop her mother manages. We realized almost at once she was the one of whom you had spoken. Since that meeting, I have been working with Marisol, teaching her control. I was hesitant to take her as a pupil at her tender age, but she’s proven very insightful, and a quick study. Today was to be a congratulatory fete for her, as well as a thank-you to you for alerting us to her problem. Crawford and Griff were invited as a thank-you to them for sending you to us.”

I rubbed my jaw. “So, the child knew I was going to be here?”

Talia nodded.

I raked my hand through my hair. “It looks pretty clear to me that the child is behind this.”

Dragon narrowed her eyes and turned again to Talia and Christine. “You two need to see if you can determine the identity of the intruder here. I will do the same at the house. If we determine it is Marisol, I suggest you work a little harder with her, Talia. Perhaps teach the child what is and what is not acceptable behavior for one who wields powers such as hers.”

Talia nodded, her cheeks burning at Dragon’s implied reprimand.

Dragon turned back to me. “We need to go home, Mistress. There, I will attempt to determine the identity of your intruder, and how they got past the new spells of protection I and my fellow magic users recently cast. As I explained to you at the time we cast it, it is one of those spells whose failure is only revealed if someone succeeds in defeating it.”

I nodded. “Do you agree that it is most likely Marisol?”

Dragon shrugged. “She is extremely powerful.”

CrawfordCrawford furrowed his brow. “I hope you don’t mind if I point something out, but I believe you may be barking up the wrong tree. When you first told me about the child, you described her as one who has magic, but is not a magician. You said she’s not a witch or a sorceress; she cannot create illusions, she cannot conjure, she cannot enchant, she cannot cast any sort of spell.” The man paused to make sure Dragon and I were following. When we both nodded, he continued. “Whoever is spying on you is capable of casting spells. They are capable of defeating Dray’s wards and spells of protection.” He paused again, looking from me to Dragon and back again. “Ladies, I believe you are looking for a powerful spell caster.”

Powerful magician

I blinked and my jaw dropped.

What powerful spell caster would be spying on me and why? Can Dragon and the others get to the bottom of this? Be sure to come back next week and see what happens. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.

Eye Don’t Know What’s Going On

Eye Don’t Know What’s Going On

Dragon and Miles“Oh! You’re back! Marge and I have been so worried.”

Miles had been going down the stairs and had practically run into Dragon, who had been on the way up.

“Why should you be worried, Master Miles?” Dragon arched an eyebrow and gave Miles a bemused look.

“Well, let’s see. Maybe because you’ve been gone for more than five weeks?” Miles frowned. “Or maybe because of the things that have been going on here. Marge had no way of knowing if any of you were behind the strange events.”

Instantly, Dragon snapped to attention. “Strange events? What strange events?” She paused, frowned, and held up her hand in a stop gesture before Miles could answer. “Wait! Five weeks? We have only been gone a few days!”

Miles shook his head emphatically. “No, it has been five weeks. You left for your illusory trip on January 4, and it is now February 9.”Angry Dragon

Dragon scowled, and dark smoke drifted from her nostrils. “I must have lost track of time. It certainly did not seem that long. My sincere apologies. Now what is this about strange events?”

Miles detailed to Dragon the events that had started shortly after Dragon and her fellow characters had departed for their illusory trip. “Marge felt as if someone or something was watching her. She said she kept catching movement out of the corner of her eye, but when she turned to look, no one was there.”

Dragon scoffed. “That is curious, but hardly worrisome.”

“That was just the beginning.” Miles’ voice was grim.

Dragon’s eyes narrowed. “Go on, Master Miles.”

Eyes have been watching meMiles then described the three times his wife had seen giant eyes, first on the bedroom ceiling, then on the computer monitor, and finally on the French doors from the living room to the deck. “I saw the last pair of eyes myself. They were staring right at us, then they quickly disappeared. Marge and I thought maybe one of you was trying to contact her, that maybe you were in trouble. We also considered the possibility that her Arrogant One was up to some mischief. Either way, the longer you were gone on your trip, the more worried she became.”

“It was not the Arrogant One.”Bounty Hunter, Dragon, Miles

Dragon and Miles both jumped at the sound of a new voice. The Bounty Hunter was leaning against the railing, just a few steps behind Dragon, studying his fingernails. “The elf was enjoying the trip too much to engage in such antics. And, to the best of my knowledge, none of us were trying to contact Mistress Writer. We had no reason.”

Dragon locked eyes with the other character for a few moments, but the Bounty Hunter seemed unperturbed. Finally, the big beast turned away from the man and looked around. “Where is Mistress Writer?”

Miles shrugged. “She’s not here today. She received an invitation to an afternoon tea at that New Age store.”

Dragon’s eyes narrowed. “Chris-Tal Clear Metaphysical Store?”

Chris-Tal Clear

Miles nodded.

The giant reptile growled. “I am so disappointed I did not receive an invitation from Christine and Talia as well. I guess I am just going to have to . . . what is the phrase you use? Crash the party?”

And she was gone.

* * *

I screamed and pointed.

As my legs turned to rubber, Crawford and Griff grabbed a nearby chair and positioned it for me to collapse onto it.

Christine and Talia whirled around to see what was causing my hysteria. An ornate pair of eyes hovered in midair.More eyes

Talia seemed rooted in place. Her mouth moved, but no sound emerged. She seemed unable to do anything but stare into the huge eyes.

Christine was close to hyperventilating. She clutched her throat, and her eyes grew almost as large as the disembodied ones that were slowly disappearing. “That can’t be good!”

“No, it cannot!” Dragon, in her customary guise of an elf maiden, strode in, glaring at Christine and Talia.Dragon, Talia, Chris

* * *

Bounty Hunter full body 2Still . . . very still . . . silent and motionless . . . barely breathing . . . watching and listening, always watching and listening.

My skills, so necessary for my profession as bounty hunter, grow ever sharper. I knew the dull-witted human inhabitant of this world would never notice me as I crept up on him while he conversed, as I listened to every word of the exchange. I knew I would remain unnoticed, as if invisible, to that one. But imagine my surprise and my elation when the scaly beast also startled at the sound of my voice. It took every ounce of self-discipline and control to not grin like a fool, to remain nonchalant, as if I had no idea I had just snuck up on them unnoticed.

* * *

Eyes blinkedThe eyes blinked. Watching . . . watching . . . always watching. Yes! I must be watching! But I must be more careful. I have, more than once now, come too close to being exposed. But I will remain vigilant. I will discover their secrets . . . eventually.

 

Who is watching, and why? What does my Bounty Hunter know about it? And what is Christine and Talia’s involvement? Will Dragon be able to figure it all out? Be sure to come back next week. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.