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 foxy one.
Jacques gaped at the six-winged creature rubbing its dainty snout against Sinder’s knuckle and creaking like an orchestra of happy crickets.
Meanwhile, Argent explained, “Here—more than any other place—privacy is assured. Until I am able to make similar arrangements in a neutral location, we meet here.”
“Prettiest outpost I’ve ever seen,” said Sinder.
“This is my sanctuary.” Without a trace of apology, he warned, “You cannot return unassisted.”
Sinder smirked. “How foxy.”
Argent’s hand dropped onto Jacques’ shoulder as he added, “Except you.”
Jacques really needed to stop gaping.
No small feat in a world filled with wonders.
Posted: October 15, 2020
Prompt: #Inktober2020, Day Fifteen: Outpost
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.