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Incandescent glow: Chapter 7, Winged messenger
Shane chuckled. “Yeah, it’s hard for me to remember sometimes that you’re like…thousands of years old.”
“Yes, and you, my friend, are just a babe…a youngling.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Just then, Jenny walked into the kitchen, dressed in her pajamas and rubbing her eyes blearily as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
“I’ll see you later,” Shane ended her call. “’Morning Jen,” she said.
“Good morning, Shane. You’re an early riser,” Jenny commented.
“Yeah, that’s only a recent thing. I used to be more of a night owl,” Shane replied.
“Really? I’d never have guessed it. Since you’ve been living here, you’re always up before I am. So…do you have work today?” Jenny asked.
“Yeah, I’ve got another studio job. Then, I’ve got a couple of other things to do. What do you have going today?”
“Well, I’m going over to a college to try enrolling for a writing course. Then, I’m working at the market until evening.”
“If you have time, later, maybe we can go out. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but maybe we can hit Radar or Milk,” Shane suggested.
“I’d like that,” Jenny said with a huge smile.
“OK. Let’s do it, then.” Shane grinned.
Shane left to go to the studio, where she spent the morning and part of the afternoon working on the extras for a movie shoot. When she finished for the day, she turned her truck towards the Hollywood Hills and Maeve’s mansion. She parked and rang the doorbell, but no one answered, so she wandered around to the back of the house, into the well-tended garden. Maeve was seated at the patio table, having afternoon tea. She was dressed in a golden kimono that shimmered in the sunlight. The color of her robe blended almost seamlessly with the color of her hair
“Hey,” she said nonchalantly, as she approached the table.
“Good afternoon, Shane. Come join me,” she requested, pouring a second cup for her young friend.
Shane skirted around the back of Maeve’s chair, pausing to give her a peck on the cheek before flopping down in the empty chair, slouching so that her tailbone barely rested on the seat and her head rested on the back of the chair.
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Great story! I love Shane as a faerie, and your writting is amazing so keep it coming.
I like faerie Shane, I like this story, it is different, a good change of pace
Here’s hoping Ash doesn’t turn out to have ever assumed the guise of a Mayan medicine man. That would be just too icky!