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Mallac pointed to the still sticky pool of dark blood in the middle of the dirt road. "He was a farmer, nothing fancy. Livestock and crops. Not native to the area. A newcomer, moved here about 20 years ago, Never came into town much always busy with his crops and such. His wife's name was Aleaka. They fell on hard times. Livestock got sick, lost most of his herd. Crops failed due to the weather we've had lately. It was just last week I saw them in town, arguing in public, right over there at that market stall. He slapped his wife. Everyone saw it. I was out on patrol tonight, found the body myself. Still warm."
Quaraun wasn't listening. He was hurt and tired and drifting along as though in a dream. It had not yet occurred to him that the candy Gremlin had given him was drugged, so he was still eating it and still seeing and hearing things that no one else was.
ZooLock had been trying to listen to Mallac, but he spied a man in a robe and his attention went to the stranger instead. Soon ZooLock had left the group to approach the man.
"Ah, are you one of those socialist druids?" ZooLock said.
Unicorn wasn't listening to Mallac either. He never was. His hyper mind was picking up on everything else going on around them.
Two men were talking in the street as the group passed.
"Extra stallion?" One man said.
"Yep," the other answered. "Don't know what to do with it. Can't have 2 males with my female in the stable. They'll get to fighting and one of the males will be dead by morning."
"Geld it," said the other man.
"Geld it!" Unicorn exclaimed.
He stopped walking with the rest of the group and glared angrily at the two strangers, then marched up to them, with hell fired angry in every inch of his little five foot one inch tall body.
"How dare ya geld a stallion!" He screamed at the man.
The two men jumped, startled by the Faerie's intrusion.
"I ought to skewer ya!"
"UNICORN!" Quaraun yelled, running to stop him before he killed anyone.
"Come on," Quaraun grabbed the Faeries arm and tried to pull him back.
"They be wanting to geld a stallion!"
"I heard, let's go, it's none of our business..."
"Would ya want to be castrated?"
"You know my thoughts on that."
"I know exactly ya thoughts on that."
"It's just a horse, let's go..."
"JUST A HORSE!" The Phooka shrieked, becoming hysterical. "What the hell am I?!"
"Right now, you're supposed to be a Human, because we're in a Human village."
"They is gonna geld a stallion."
"And what am I supposed to do about it?"
Quaraun sighed and turned to the two men who were gawking at the strange pair that had just interrupted their conversation.
"Why are you going to geld a stallion?"
"My mare's in heat and a wild stallion showed up in my stables. We caught the brute but now he's fighting with my stud stallion."
"Would you sell him?"
"To you?" The man chuckled. He'd never seen another man dressed up like a fancy saloon girl before and was trying very hard not to burst out laughing at the fancied up Elf.
"Yes. To me."
"You gonna dance a can-can for the boys?"
Quaraun closed his eyes. He hated dealing with male Humans.
"Then what are you doing dressed like a frou-frou?"
"This is how I dress. Will you sell me the horse?"
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