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 close-knit ones.
Argent, Tsumiko, Michael, Sansa
On the beach below, a picnic blanket and umbrella were arranged. Sansa and Isla paddled in the shallows, giving Annika and Mei a swimming lesson. How they’d pried Mei from Mori’s side was a mystery. Tsumiko sat close enough to the water that waves swished around her and a skittish Tawny. Poor kitten.
But the girls weren’t being left out. Nicely done.
“Those four,” said the dragon. “Their alliance will outlast any storm.”
“Allies? Non. That’s too impersonal.” Jacques eyed Michael and Argent, who’d traded babies. Proud papas, unabashedly doting. “They are this family’s heart and soul and breath and strength.”
Posted: June 27, 2020
Prompt: Umbrella, suggested by Jimsie
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.