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 with a substantial protective streak.
Say Something Sooner
They moved to the garden. Open air offered better lighting and the polish meant fumes. Nonny’s grip on their chosen bench looked tight enough to crack the stone, and Jacques sighed.
“I do know what I’m doing.”
Nonny grumbled, “Who says I’m not?”
Just then, Ginkgo strode over, nose twitching. “What’s up, you two?”
“Hoof trimming.” Jacques indicated his supplies. “Then we’ll add a bit of shine.”
“So that’s what’s got you so skittish.” The half-fox dropped to a seat beside Nonny. “Mind if I watch?”
Jacques wilted inwardly. “You’re scared enough he could smell it?”
Posted: October 22, 2021
Prompt: #Inktober2021, Day Twenty-Two: Open
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.