Subject: Ficlet!
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Posted on: 2018-11-08 13:20:00 UTC
I wasn't sure what to write today, so I thought I'd try something a bit different.
There was a knock at the door. Snowblaze hastily sat up straight, changing her undignified sprawl into something more befitting of the mayor of a city.
“Who’s there?” she asked, quickly glancing at the top page of her mountain of paperwork (someone’s planning application to build a garage) and then placing it in front of her.
“It is I,” said a cold voice from the other side of the door. “I have returned.”
Snowblaze rolled her eyes. “Come in, Ice,” she said. “And for goodness’ sake, try not to speak so formally!”
The door opened and Ice, an extremely short man dressed in pale blue with an icicle dangling from his collar, entered.
“What news?” asked Snowblaze, impatient as ever. “Did Huinesoron accept our offers of peace, or are we about to be invaded?”
“They accepted, my lady.”
Snowblaze smiled, relieved. “Anything else?”
“My lady… we have neighbours.”
“I already knew that,” said Snowblaze grumpily. “If that’s all you’ve come to tell me, you might as well go away.”
“No,” Ice replied, “not those neighbours. New ones.”
Snowblaze blinked. “Who? Where?” she asked, slightly nervous.
“To our south,” said Ice, “the balloon fleet of Larfen. They seem to be peaceful, according to Huinesoron.”
“I see,” responded Snowblaze. “Well, I suppose we ought to appear to be friendly. Tell them we come in peace, et cetera, et cetera. Now please can you leave me in peace? I need to finish this paperwork!”
“Yes, my lady,” said Ice. He bowed and left, and Snowblaze instantly returned to a more comfortable position.