Wednesday, April 18, 2012

FACT: Gnomes do not easily forget ... but authors do


“That’s a very intriguing question indeed,” a third, ominous voice boomed. From the shadows, barely illuminated by the moonlight stared a pair of enormous eyes supported by a shadowy silhouette. Almost comically large, they would have seemed buffoonish if it were not for the malice they conveyed.

With two labored steps the owner of this imposing visage stepped out of the darkness ---an owl of gargantuan size. His hulking mass made Adrianna appear petite by comparison. Two tufts of feathers jutted out of the owl’s head like horns.

“Hello Ozimander,” Adrianna said defiantly.

“Hello indeed. What are you doing with this thing?” the great bird asked, brushing aside her greeting. He waddled closer to Aubrey and stared at him as a scientist might observe a dissected frog. “I’ve never known you to play with our food.” His voice trailed off into a low growl.

“He’s not food. His name is Aubrey and he is a friend.” She stepped forward and stood between Ozimander and Aubrey. “What brings you down from the highlands anyway? I’ve never seen you this far south.”

“My endeavors take me many places, young one. In fact, I am on my way to the Grove this very night. A meeting has been called. I have been summoned of course. You might have known as much if you hadn’t been out cavorting with Lessers.” A fire began to rise in Aubrey but he forced it back. Despite the situation he found that he did not fear this creature. For all his menace, Aubrey saw only the absurdity of his appearance. His eyes were of course prominent but so too was his vast bulk and the difficulty with which he walked. His plumage was a mottled brown and several patches were permanently ruffled as if disturbed by some imperceptible breeze. Aubrey’s attention was drawn to the owl’s beak as he spoke to Adrianna. It was weathered and scratched in several places--- and dirty. Near the corner was a piece of stray hair from some unfortunate victim. The image of this disgusting old bird choking down some unsuspecting mouse proved to be revolting and, strangely, absurd. Aubrey forced himself back into their conversation.

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