LMM 232: Tea and Sympathy

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 ones turning heads.

232
Tea and Sympathy

Churlish muttered, “Welcome to Moonglade Tearoom.”

And walked out.

“He’s shy of newcomers,” Paltry said apologetically. “Especially those who come through the back door.”

Jacques asked, “Why?”

“You saw his true face. Front door customers see something else. Though I’m not sure our little tricks would have altered your perception. Argent wants you to see clearly.”

“I’m immune?” Since becoming Argent’s confidante, Jacques had willingly become a sigilcraft test subject. “You may rely upon my discretion.”

In the tearoom, they turned heads. Jacques didn’t mind that. But when Sonnet poured, his manner grew disturbingly familiar. “Lord. Are you mothering me?”


Posted: April 15, 2021
Prompt: “I can see clearly now,” suggested by Neelie
Words: 100


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.

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9 thoughts on “LMM 232: Tea and Sympathy

  1. Pingback: LMM 231: Churlish – FORTHRIGHT

    • If Sonnet left „his“ kids the children of the girl should be adults by now and safe. Amaranthine have less technology than humans, but I always thought:
      Radio yes.
      Perhaps the years 1960 – 1970 ?
      The raising of the children changed him, he is more „sure“ and curious.

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    • All of the Songs of the Amaranthine stories are pre-Emergence.

      While I don’t specify, it’s certainly set post-war / mid-century England. Alfie’s accustomed to cars and a telly, so trekking to Merritt House in an ox cart is quite the throwback.

      Sonnet’s “boy” must be near ninety (though I doubt he looks a day older than Uncle Wyn. Still.)

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  2. Pingback: LMM 233: In Essence – FORTHRIGHT

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