On my way home from the grocery store I got hit with a scene that made me giggle. I thought I’d put it up here to share.
The door burst open and three men strode in. They all cut dashing figures, leather and steel. Swordsmen, all of them. Cassia sighed, recognizing the man in front.
“You aren’t welcome here Geoff.” Cassia said, pushing through the crowd.
“You’re going after the Arc, right?” He demanded, thumbs hooked through his sword belt.
“The arc belongs to my family and therefore it belongs to me. So we’re going to do things my way.” He lifted up the family crest amulet that hung around his neck. It was a griffin on a blue sea. Cassia swallowed, she hadn’t anticipated this.
“We’re going to do things your way, or no way I take it?”
Cassia, along with every eye in the tavern, turned toward the slim dark haired woman who walked, no sauntered towards Geoff. She touched Cassia’s arm winked and turned towards Geoff.
“Hello Lyr.” Geoff sounded like he might be strangling. “My way or no way. You need me to get past the Gates.”
“No,” Lyr was grinning up at him. “We need that.” She tapped the family crest. “You’re just the baggage.”
Geoff shook his head. “You’re not going to get this…”
“Oh really?” Lyr tipped her head to one side. “Pearthea.”
The one word had a huge effect on the swordsman. His shoulders sagged, the blood drained from his face and his eyes narrowed. Lyr just stood there, grinning at him, her hand out. He took off the crest and set it in her waiting hand.
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” He asked, voice rough. She put the crest on, stood on her tip-toes and brush a lingering kiss on his lips.
“Nope.” She turned and grinned at Cassia. “Shall we go then?”
Cassia nodded, saluted Geoff, and followed Lyr through the chuckling crowd.
“What was this you were saying about being strong, Geoff.”
“Just. Shut. Up.”
😀 Have a great Tuesday!