November 13, 2018 | Posted in The Mermaid & The WolF Adventures
There’s something wrong about this room.
MeaZea can feel it, deep in her scales. It’s just that nothing seems overtly out of place. She swims languidly through the green tea bath, pausing on occasion to pull up a bubble of solidified honey. Stories of the fae keep it all very carefully out of her mouth.
The large doors creak open while she’s in the middle of examining a honey bubble. MeaZea drops is back into the green tea water, turning to look at the newcomer – and freezes.
It’s the Lord of the Coin.
There’s no doubt about that.
The fox is massive. He walks on his hind-legs, upright like a human would. A black cloak has been pulled over his shoulders the hood keeping his eyes from view. A wreath of coins adorns his neck and more on either wrist, his ankles. He leans heavily on a staff of oak wood and small, crystal baubles.
“I was told there was a guest,” he says.
MeaZea swims to the edge of the pool. She braces her arms against the stone outside of it. “Are you the protector of these lands?”
“In a way,” he answers. “Are you who the rabbit has brought?”
“In a way,” counters MeaZea, for she’s also smart enough to not give a straight answer when one isn’t offered first.
The fox pulls his lips back in a snaggle toothed grin. “Aren’t you the funny one?”
“I’ve come seeking help. My friend – “
“I know about the wolf.”
“You can help us?” MeaZea pulls herself further out of the water, so only her tail remains in the green tea water. “Thank you!”
The fox tilts his head. The shadows under his hood drip down, like ink spilled from a bottle. It lands on the floor with an overly loud sound, like a wet cloth that’s been dropped from a very high place. “I didn’t say that I would. Tell me, girl, mermaid, creature of the sea, what would I get in return?”
MeaZea stumbles for a moment. Her face sets in a grim line. She says, “you would be able to say that you aided the Moon Man, and that you helped us visit the Lady of the Sun.”
He perks up. “Who?”
“We plan on visiting the Lady of the Sun,” says MeaZea, firmly. “The little rabbit is helping us. And it’s – “
But the fox is already turning tail and storming from the room. His cloak swirls behind him. He leaves a trail of shadow-ink in his wake.
MeaZea finds that, for a very long moment, she can do nothing more than stare.
Katelynn E Koontz – Author