LN Part 60: A Stop For Lunch

Writers Fantasy posted on Jul 31, 2019
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He landed in Bisfip. “Getting tired?” Joanne asked. “Getting hungry. I thought about getting some lunch.” He thought a moment. “But I suppose after that flight you might not have an appetite.” “Actually, I’m hungry too. It wasn’t so bad.” “I’m really sorry. My heat vision doesn’t work so well with thermal currents.” “You see heat?” “I can. There are several different visions I can use.” He took her hand and led her to the inn they usually brought the young ones to. They had food there that fit the tastes of both humans and dragons. “I can see normally, magic, heat, and in the dark. Those are the easiest. I can also see sounds and a few others.” “What do sounds look like?” “Movements, like the air over a fire, how it moves. Each sound has a different shape and movement. I actually tried to see if I could see actual words, but I wasn’t able to make them out. I used to be able to tell different voices, but I’m out of practice.” The waitress brought two plates of food. “Nim, hi.” She smiled, as usual. “I didn’t know the kids were coming today.” “They aren’t. This is my friend, Joanne. I’m taking her up to Paosij.” “Oh, okay. Have fun then.” She walked off but stopped behind Joanne and mouth ‘she’s pretty’ and winked. It was only from years of practice trying to hide telepathic conversations during classes as a young one that he was able to keep a straight face now. “You’ve gotten me to tell you all about myself, but you hardly told me anything about you,” Nim said. “There’s really not much to tell. I don’t have any special abilities like you. I’m a counselor like I said last night. And, while she’s here, I’ve been managing the boarding house for Ann.” Jo shrugged. “What about your family?” Nim pressed. He wanted to know more about her. “What about yours?” She deflected. “My parents died seven hundred years ago. I was an only child. Your turn.” He smiled, not because his parents were dead, but to show he wasn’t letting up. “They disowned me for my career choice. How did your parents die?” She tried to sound like it was no big deal, but even he could tell it was. “Fire death, an illness dragons get, swept through Baj-tisk. It killed my parents, Pt’this’s mother and brother and over half the dragons there. Why doesn’t your family like you being a counselor?” Being disowned by your family was a major deal in Baj-tisk. He’d never been that close to his own parents, but even he would have been devastated if they disowned him. “It’s not that they don’t like me being a counselor. They don’t like me working at the woman’s shelter. “Do you remember how I said I knew Ann was from a wealthy, well-to-do family? The reason I knew this is because so am I. I’m not royalty but my family has been one of the upper crust, elite families for generations. They have a “better than everyone else” attitude. They expected me to become some trophy wife, maybe host a few fundraisers for a fashionable cause, but mostly look good for my husband. But I didn’t want that. Don’t get me wrong. I hope to get married someday. But, I want a husband who loves me rather than my family’s money. I want a partner rather than someone who’s going to show me off to the world all the while sleeping with whatever pretty face he can get to bed. “So, I told them I wanted to go into psychology. That didn’t fit with their plans, but they adapted. They figured I’d go to school. Then I’d come home, psychoanalyze their friends, marry a guy of their choosing and be arm candy with a brain. But, I didn’t want to go to their choice of schools, and I didn’t want to come home. I wanted to work with people who really needed help. At first, I worked at the county hospital, and later I started helping at the woman shelter. They hired me on full-time, eventually. That was more than my parents would tolerate and they refused to have anything to do with me.” “I would think helping these women would be honorable and make them look good.” “They want to look good by throwing money at some cause, not by getting their hands dirty. Besides, this is dangerous.” “Dangerous?” Nim grew concerned. “Not terribly and only sometimes. But, sometimes a woman’s husband or boyfriend finds out they’re there and comes after them. If they have no problem beating their wives do you think they’d have a problem hurting others?” “Have you ever gotten hurt?” “Nothing serious, just a few bruises. I’m mostly in the back, and few get that far. I’ve also taken some of Andy’s karate classes so I can defend myself some.” “The same ones Ann’s taken?” Nim asked. He’d seen Ann fight. If Joanne was able to fight the same way, he didn’t have to worry. “I’m in the class ahead of hers. We’re a little bit more advanced.” Nim relax. He would still worried but not so much. After lunch, he took her the rest of the way to the gate. The guard there made a comment about how busy the gate was lately. Joanne stopped in front of the gate. “You don’t have to go all the way. You’ve been flying all day. I can walk back from the club by myself.” “Are you sure? It’s getting dark.” He knew, at least in Menthanla, it was dangerous for a woman to be out at night alone. “It’s just starting to. If it’s too dark back home, I’ll call a friend for a ride.” “It’s no bother.” He was a little tired, but he also wanted to spend time with her. But perhaps this was her way of saying she didn’t want to spend any more time with him. “I can tell you’re tired, and you still have to get back home.” She stepped close enough he could feel her body heat. “Thank you for a wonderful time. I really liked spending time with you.” She kissed him again more passionately than before. “Would you like to come spend the night?” She offered. “That wouldn’t be right,” Nim said. He understood she hadn’t meant just to sleep. “You wouldn’t be my first,” she said. “You would,” was his response. “Will you come?” “I can’t.” He so wanted to, but it was complicated, and she didn’t understand what she was truly asking. “I want to see you again,” she said. “So do I. We’ll find a way.” He kissed her again. “I’m going to miss you.” “I’ll miss you too. You better go,” he said pulling away and giving her her bag. He’d stored it in his vial with his clothes for the flight. She turned and walked into the gate. As she disappeared, he realized she still had his hair tie. He shrugged. He had others. She could keep that one to help her remember him. He said goodbye to the guard, so the guard would know not to expect him later. He then transported straight to his room at the palace. There he found a note from Joanne. -Dear Nimitinas, I hope I spelled that right. In case I don’t get a chance to say it tomorrow, I want to thank you for the nice time. I hope I wasn’t too forward by kissing you like I did. I can be impulsive sometimes. I wanted to let you know how I feel, and sometimes you don’t understand my words. Do you believe in love at first sight? I’m finding I do. Yours truly, Joanne. P.S. I like your drawing. Are you an artist too?- He read it several times. Love at first sight. Did that mean what he thought? The only person who could tell him wasn’t available at that time. It seemed like Jo wanted to pursue a relationship with him. He wondered what drawing she had meant. Then he saw a sketch of her laying on a table near the bed. He had made it after the first time they met, but he wasn’t happy with it. He was always drawing, and she’d been stuck in his head these last few days. It wasn’t very good. She had unusual shaped eyes. He wanted to get them just right. He thought about scrying her but decided against it. He didn’t want to seem pushy. The guard made it look like he was supposed to be down there. He was moving boxes at the moment. If anyone watched him for any length of time, they’d see he wasn’t actually working, but no one watched him for long. The club was too busy, and he’d be relieved soon. He saw a woman slip out of the room with the gate. He waited a moment before approaching her so it wouldn’t give away that he’d been watching the door. “May I help you, Miss?” He asked as if he actually worked there, She jumped. “I’m looking for my cousin, Melissa. Is she working tonight?” “I haven’t seen her, sorry. You do mean Melissa Winterstein, right?” The woman nodded. “Sorry, I’ve been down here all evening. Maybe ask upstairs,” he suggested. The woman nodded and hurried upstairs. The guard watched her go. He considered following her to find out who she was, but he’d been given specific orders to watch the gate, and he knew the consequences of disobeying. He knew enough about her. Melissa and her family were white. This woman was Asian. How many Asian relatives could Melissa have? He’d report it and let others deal with finding her.

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ikke.evc

3:24PM | Wed, 31 July 2019

Well, there are troubles sooner that expected. Great story and illustration. Well done, RP!

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Leije

1:18PM | Thu, 01 August 2019

Expressive waitress, excellent scene !


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