Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the one making all the faux pas.
Chapter Forty-One: Speaking as a Friend
“ …that.” Gingko’s ears lay crooked against his hair, like they were cringing. “Word of advice. Like foxes and their tails, never question dragons about their wings.”
Jacques lowered his voice. “Rude?”
“Extremely personal.” Gingko’s eyebrows lifted. “The same goes for an Amaranthine’s blaze.”
“Looks like a tattoo. More of a birthmark, really.” He cleared his throat. “A blaze is private.”
Jacques was uncomfortably aware of Deece’s proximity. How many times had Jacques traced the indigo pattern uncovered during last night’s grooming?
“But there was… purring?”
Gingko chuckled. “I’ll explain stuff better before the little nippers get here.”
Posted: September 10, 2019
Prompt: Little Nippers, suggested by Goldie
Summary: Jacques Smythe brazens his way into Stately House and shows no sign of departing. Like it or not, Lord Mettlebright has himself a butler. An Amaranthine Saga Serial. [Humor, Drama, Family] Begins here. You can suggest a prompt here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.