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 crosser on a call.
The next morning, Jacques was intent on having a quick word with Ginkgo about certain arrangements. Michael directed him toward his own office, where the fox-crosser was apparently serving as translator for Tsumiko.
Preparing tea for all involved, Jacques swept through the door, ears straining for any tidbits of gossip, but an unfamiliar man said, “Kip’s not here ….”
Then Jiminy’s voice. “Allow me.”
Beyond curious, Jacques circled the desk to peer over Ginkgo’s shoulder. “Kip?” he echoed.
Jiminy glanced his way and grinned. “Friend of ours. There, that’s done it.”
Tsumiko gasped, and Jacques’ amazement matched hers. Lord. Wings.
Posted: October 8, 2022
Prompt: #Inktober2022, Day Eight: Match
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.