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 for the de-aged one.
Chapter Eighty-Three: Role Call
Flowerbeds encircled a tidy lawn where children played. Jacques recognized them. Hard not to.
Gilen with his banded tail.
Tawny, the little feline with a big hiss.
Raife of the unfortunate hair.
Mori, whose eyes were far too old.
Mei, who clung to Mori and called him brother.
But where had Nonny gone?
Jacques stuck to the fringes, checking behind shrubs, waving when he spied the kid. Nonny skulked out of hiding and trotted over on nimble hoofs. They were the same height.
“Well spotted.” Jacques whispered, “What happened?”
Nonny’s face was ghost-pale. “This is a fox dream.”
Posted: October 22, 2019
Prompt: #Inktober2019, Day Twenty-Two: Ghost
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.