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 who’s a mentor.
Your Wish Is My Command
While Michael and Isla analyzed Inti’s first sigil, the crosser asked, “Want, wish, what?”
“What can Inti make Jacques?”
“Lord, I don’t know.” He considered. “Can you make a sigil that hums a lullaby?”
Inti slowly straightened, then scurried closer. “Could be, should be, maybe. If Inti had the right stone.”
They applied to Michael, who seemed as intrigued by the prospect as Inti himself. The ward rummaged through a chest of small drawers. “Right. I’ll yield a remnant on one condition.”
Inti’s tail quirked into a question mark.
Michael beamed. “Might my apprentice and I watch the process?”
Posted: October 2, 2022
Prompt: #Inktober2022, Day Two: Scurry
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.