“Aubrey, whatever happened out there, I’d keep quiet about
it. The Council won’t like it. Everything has to go through them. If an owl did
appear, they’re going to want to know about it.”
“Thanks, Anselm.” Aubrey waved as his friend disappeared
into his hole situated between two thorn bushes.
As he walked the remainder of the trip home in silence,
Aubrey was conflicted. Burning bright was the memory of Adrianna and all of the
feelings it stirred in him. He could hardly doubt the authenticity of her
bright eyes and child-like laugh. But why had she revealed herself? If it was
truly unprecedented in history for an owl to appear without an omen, why would
she so cavalierly appear? And why to him rather than a member of the council of
elders? The questions seemed to grow and spin about as he descended the
familiar tunnel to his home. The allure of his comfy bed and the simplicity of
his dreams would be a welcome respite from these tumultuous thoughts.
He entered and found, standing in his living room beside the
mantle, the oldest gnome he had ever seen. The gnome, whose grey beard spilled
nearly to the floor, stood no more than four inches high and leaned upon a
think wooden cane. Despite his decrepit appearance he bore the air of
influence. He turned slowly as Aubrey entered.
“Good evening Mr. Meriwether. The Council sends its
greetings…”
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