November 8, 2020 | Posted in The Mermaid & The WolF Adventures
Emberly leads MeaZea and WooFZee to a building at the center of the city. Like all the others, it’s crafted entirely from flames. The crest of the building are flickering blue and white flames.
Emberly explains, “this building burns hotter than anywhere else in the city. Nothing but the best for the council.”
MeaZea gives Emberly what she hopes is a reassuring grin. “Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll be able to talk to them.”
WooFZee says, “she’s good at handling this sort of thing. If anyone can help, it’s going to be MeaZea.”
“Good luck,” says Emberly, in that hissing, crackling voice of hers.
Luck…Yes, MeaZea gets the feeling they’re going to need a lot of that.
Emberly waves them off as WooFZee and Meazea walk up to the entrance of the building together. The door swings open as they draw near. Inside, everything appears to be made of the same sort of flames. The heat is surprisingly comfortable, instead of the overwhelming force that MeaZea is expecting.
A large elemental sits behind a desk. He looks startled at the sight of them. “Can I help you?”
“I need to speak to the council,” says MeaZea.
The elemental stammers, “they’re not seeing anyone right now. Who are you?”
“We’re the people going to see the council,” says WooFZee. “Come on, MeaZea. Let’s just take the stairs. My bet is that they’re at the top of it.”
And so up they go, over to the stairwell. The elemental leans over the deck, calling out after them, “you – you really cant go up there! Please? I’ll get in trouble!”
WooFZee’s ears flick towards the man. “You should have thought about that before letting them come here and take over someone else’s home.”
Then further into the stairwell they go, up and up and up, making short work the steps and finally reaching the door that leads out onto the very top floor MeaZea gives her companion a stroke along the side of the face, scratching through thick fur until she gets the wolf to wag his tail.
MeaZea asks, “are you ready for this?”
WooFZee answers, “at least we’re making the choice ourselves this time.”
Often, MeaZea and WooFZee don’t get a say in the people they meet and the places they go. For all that this is daunting, it’s nice to face down the council because they choose to do so.
“Right,” says MeaZea. “I’m sure we’ll be able to reason with them.”
“If not, we’ll make them understand,” says WooFZee, the words chased down by a low, warning growl.
MeaZea shakes her head, but she can’t stop the smile from forming on her face, either. She pushes open the door and tells him, “let’s go deal with this council!”
Katelynn E Koontz – Author