A conversation from The Raven’s Wing

1KWWhZs8.jpg large“A mistress of manipulation, eh?” said Moss. “I’ve met a few of those in the past. Come to think of it, according to Muireann I sodding well am one.”

“Oh, you’re not so bad once a person gets to know your odd ways,” John told her.

“I have ways?”

“More than I could shake a stick at. It’s a wonder I can keep up sometimes. Still, there are compensations.”

“Tell me a compensation, Blondie. Note the subtle way in which I’m asking you to compliment me. That’s one of my ways, isn’t it?”

“Subtlety? Yes, that’s definitely a way. Let’s see, a compensation … well, you have learned to shape both fire and your dancing self into pleasing shapes. The grace with which you move when not dancing is a pleasing side benefit.”

“Are you suggesting that I’m graceful?”

“No, I am declaring it to be so. It is not a subject for debate.”

“I’m not used to being flattered without there being an ulterior motive. It feels odd. I keep expecting you to—”

“Well, I won’t. I can admire you without wanting to touch. Actually, that’s not true. It would be more honest to say that I can want to touch without touching. The admiration is unconditional, the desire suppressible. Were I not married, and were you partial to quail, I would woo you enthusiastically. As it is, I am simply and only delighted to have you as friend.”

“Woo?”

“Yes, woo. Shut up.”

“You are an unusual man, Blondie. You’ll do. Did the cunning woman satisfy your curiosity?”

“She said that she could improve my hand. She told me to go back tomorrow, early.”

“And will you?”

“I doubt it. I have better things to do with my time. You and I should rehearse, for one thing. But enough introspection! How was your day, aside from the rabbit hunt?”

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About wombat37

A Yorkshireman in the green hills of Lancashire, UK Not a real wombat, obviously, or typing would become an issue. I do have short legs and a hairy nose, however. Oh, & a distinctive smell.

Posted on October 16, 2017, in A snippet of what I wrote today, fiction, Novel, The Raven's Wing, Writings. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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