R.S.V.P.
|
Slimeworld & Galaxy Magazine -- All rights reserved -- |
|
Chapter VIII
by General (Uncle Claude) Xxaxx
& General (E.J. Gold) Nunan PFC 1st Class Ret.
Having said her goodbye for the day to Littler Roy, Woo slipped back into the notel room to finish a last few items of preparation. Looking into the hotel mirror, Woo wondered briefly how Little Roy was getting on in general. This must be quite a trip for the little goober. Woo was surprised to find herself regretting that she didn’t have more time to spend showing him around the city. She had so many pleasant memories from her graduate school days here and in the nearby jungle. Yes those were interesting days.
Turning to the mirror to assess her outfit, Woo was taking extra care with her male drag. Her native Chinese people were even less tolerant of voguing eggheads than Merikans and they were much more observant, Woo thought half aloud, “Little Roy should be all right. After trip into the jungle, I’ll have completed my business with the dragons. I’ll give him a guided tour of the city. Yes, one final small jaunt today, then tomorrow is the big day.”
Woo, could feel the unheard crackle of dragon magic. As Woo slumped into a heap on the floor she noted with professional curiosity that whatever sigil had been activated it was old and very potent. And, it had the smell of Drak’s work.
This story is published to be read. Include html reference to this stories to your hearts content. But if you wish to include this story in any form of publication you must first obtain our express permission in writing.
|
R.S.V.P.
|
Slimeworld & Galaxy Magazine -- All rights reserved -- |
|