Crow'S Questions Part 4
(A continuation from last week’s blog)
“Now, now. It’s not all that bad, is it?” Crowed the Crow. “Nosos, Old Man, would like to get in a jab or two?”
“No we would not,” snapped the Old Man. “Such unjustifiable violence against the helpless is not my cup of Joe.”
“Tea, you mean it’s not your cup of tea,” remarked the Crow. “Are you sure? It’s an awful lot of fun.”
“We’re sure,” Nosos snapped. “I agree that a reckoning should take place, but not like this. Just ask him those three questions and get this deplorable inquisition over with.
Bending over, Crow straightened Amos up, looked at his watch and exclaimed, “Look at how the time flies. I’m sorry gents, but we’ll need to pick this up next week. I have an appointment with a Dragtonia Egg at 10 sharp.” With a flash the Crow shed his human form and flew through the mirror.
Tinnese and Danny kicked Amos hard in the shins and disappeared through the mirror as well. Nosos, Symphony and the Old Man watched them disappear. “I don’t like this one bit,” remarked the Old Man.
“Nor do I,” Nosos replied. “But what can we do to prevent this?”
“No one’s going to hurt my Amos, except me.” Symphony added, squeezing Amos’s shoulders with her large calloused hands.
Amos shivered violently.
“Well, there’s nothing we can do for the moment,” said the Old Man. “I suggest that we think about it over the course of the week; and meet back here next week before the session begins.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Nosos replied. “Symphony what do you think?”
Silence ensued, except for Amos’s overly apparent groans of displeasure.
“Symphony, leave Amos alone for now,” snapped Nosos. There will be plenty of time for that later.”
Symphony, who was attempting to nibble Amos’s ear, while her hand was feeling the upper inside of his thigh, stopped and frowned at Nosos. “Symphony,” Nosos cautioned, “please leave the poor boy alone…for now.”
“Fine,” snapped Symphony, then whispered to Amos, “Until next week then,” giving his inner thigh an extra hard squeeze.
Getting up, she walked towards the mirror, where Nosos and the Old Man were already waiting. Looking hard at Nosos, she said, “We may be allies, but if you dare come between me and my prey again, I’ll rip out your spleen and make you eat it.”
Watching them go, all Amos could think about was that eating his spleen might be preferable to being manhandled by Symphony.
