Nov 19 2020, 08:35 PM
Isra's bluefire eyes swept the hallway briefly, searching for something that was not there. With a grunt, she turned to inspect another hallway, moving through the entire wing with a series of hisses, growls, and the ticking of her claws. When it seemed she was done looking in every nook and cranny, she retired her search and went straight for the source.
The monstrous feline entered one of the sealed wings and made her way toward a large, fanciful pair of doors decorated with gold filigree. Pushing one of the doors open, her tusked head thrust through the doorway and snorted loudly. The room was dimly lit with softly twinkling lights, and its floor was a mound of pillows. In this mound was a curled shape, yellow and gray, snoring with squeaky raspberries.
"Eggbert," she called lowly, stepping into the room and threatening even to step upon the pillows. "Eggbert, wake up." The tiny creature only curled more, forming a complete ball, its sounds growing muffled and quiet.
The flames of her eyes narrowed.
"Eggbert. It's time for work," she said, and when he continued to sleep, she could feel her shoulders roll with the urge to pounce on him.
"MEEEESTER EGGBERT," hissed one of the snakes, all three of them arching over her back to look at him. "MISSSSTER EGGBERT, IT'SSS TIME FOR WORK!" This time, all three of them chimed in, and the small body before them began to shake side to side to right itself.
Like a snap-band, he popped awake and free from his curled form, broad feet landing with a smack on the ground as his pillows went flying. His tiny eyes were wide and bright, and when they came into focus to find Isra, they welled with big globs of tears.
"Thank you," Isra said quietly to the snakes, and then to Eggbert, "Come on. We're starting to have more visitors now. You should be out there to greet them."
At the mention of visitors, Eggbert's paddle-like tail slapped behind him, his broad butt wiggling with excitement. A chorus of muffled, quick squeaks chattered from his bill.
"Yes, that's right. Visitors. Plural," Isra confirmed, turning to exit his room. "Get your things. Be prepared in the halls—those open to visitors—to greet them, tend to them, you know. The normal stuff."
He shuffled about his pillows to find a small top hat and bow-tie, and then followed Isra through the doorway and down the hall. He waddled quickly to keep up with her broad strides. They parted ways at the grand entrance, and Eggbert waited expectantly in the foyer for these many visitors Isra mentioned.
The monstrous feline entered one of the sealed wings and made her way toward a large, fanciful pair of doors decorated with gold filigree. Pushing one of the doors open, her tusked head thrust through the doorway and snorted loudly. The room was dimly lit with softly twinkling lights, and its floor was a mound of pillows. In this mound was a curled shape, yellow and gray, snoring with squeaky raspberries.
"Eggbert," she called lowly, stepping into the room and threatening even to step upon the pillows. "Eggbert, wake up." The tiny creature only curled more, forming a complete ball, its sounds growing muffled and quiet.
The flames of her eyes narrowed.
"Eggbert. It's time for work," she said, and when he continued to sleep, she could feel her shoulders roll with the urge to pounce on him.
"MEEEESTER EGGBERT," hissed one of the snakes, all three of them arching over her back to look at him. "MISSSSTER EGGBERT, IT'SSS TIME FOR WORK!" This time, all three of them chimed in, and the small body before them began to shake side to side to right itself.
Like a snap-band, he popped awake and free from his curled form, broad feet landing with a smack on the ground as his pillows went flying. His tiny eyes were wide and bright, and when they came into focus to find Isra, they welled with big globs of tears.
"Thank you," Isra said quietly to the snakes, and then to Eggbert, "Come on. We're starting to have more visitors now. You should be out there to greet them."
At the mention of visitors, Eggbert's paddle-like tail slapped behind him, his broad butt wiggling with excitement. A chorus of muffled, quick squeaks chattered from his bill.
"Yes, that's right. Visitors. Plural," Isra confirmed, turning to exit his room. "Get your things. Be prepared in the halls—those open to visitors—to greet them, tend to them, you know. The normal stuff."
He shuffled about his pillows to find a small top hat and bow-tie, and then followed Isra through the doorway and down the hall. He waddled quickly to keep up with her broad strides. They parted ways at the grand entrance, and Eggbert waited expectantly in the foyer for these many visitors Isra mentioned.