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 dabbling in experimental sigilcraft.
Jacques shook his head.
“Tsk.” Argent took his hand and traced something onto his palm. “Can you see him now?”
“The Ephemera in Sinder’s hands.”
With a sweep, Argent banished the initial mark and traced another. “And now?”
Jacques was honestly more interested in having his hand held. “Oui?”
Argent huffed. “We know you can see me.”
Chastened, Jacques checked Sinder’s hand. “Non.”
Another sweep of skin across skin. Argent blandly inquired, “Are you even trying?”
Jacques was tempted to feign blindness, but any thought of ploys vanished when he glimpsed a fantastical lizard, seemingly armored in mother-of-pearl.
Posted: October 14, 2020
Prompt: #Inktober2020, Day Fourteen: Armor
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.