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 hobbyist.
Deece was there in an instant. “Hold still? It is… tangled.”
“Let me,” said Sinder. “Wow. Tame much?”
Argent huffed. “This garden is filled with Ephemera.”
“Bits and bobs of what, exactly?” Jacques asked.
Sinder asked, “Couldn’t he be taught to see?”
“Smythe has no reaver bloodlines.” Argent’s gaze turned speculative. “Try, anyhow.”
“Sure.” Sinder smirked at Jacques. “Skittish?”
Argent answered for him. “Not about small creatures. He used to go about rescuing them when he was a boy.”
“It’s a dune prism… a lizardy thing, okay? Perfectly harmless.” Sinder held his gaze and coaxed, “Look closely. Try to see.”
Posted: October 13, 2020
Prompt: #Inktober2020, Day Thirteen: Dune
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.