Prophet of Sin V.2 part 10

“Which is why we're not bringing her in!” Lillian said, as she stomped a foot on the ground.

“Look, if the pile of you ain't gonna listen, and not trust the Naga.” Trox replied. “Why did you approach the people who brought a Naga? Wait, is that? Mi- Madam Willowsharp?!”

“Trox!” a formal looking female mouse replied. Before shooing the crowd away. “I don’t think we ordered anything?”

“No, but I found that book for ya a while back.” Trox answered. “You’ll have to forgive me, there were a few… we’ll call them distractions.”

“Is this one of them?” Madam Willowsharp replied, looking to Lillian. “What’s your name,dear?”

“Lillian.” Lillian said. “I’m more of a new project for him. Uh, Mi-” she facepalmed “oh the church talk about this”

“Daisy is fine, dear. It’s surprising to hear the church still talks about us at all.” Daisy replied.

“Daisy, will be a lot easier for me, right now.” Lillian said. “I’m sorry. The church doesn’t mention much good about your kind, and it’s the one thing they did drill into my head.”

“So it’s not rude to ask about the habit then?” Daisy asked. “Or lack there off, rather.”

“No ruder than I might be.” Lillian replied. “A habitless nunling is one turning to the occult magics. She might be a witch, warlock, or in my case a summoner. This is just all I have.”

“Wait, that one outfit?” Trox asked. “I mean you at least have three of those?”

“Two.” Lillian replied. “The extra we all have on us is in your wagon somewhere. My third was at home.”

“What do you summon, deary?” Daisy asked. “And surely you could’ve gone home by now?”

“Madam Willowsharp,” Trox replied. “Don’t not call that place her home, find her some proper clothes, and could you please tell me where Mossy is?” And with that he tossed a bag of coins to Lillian.

Lillian ran through most of the shop with Desmo on her shoulder. Asking a million questions, and giggling for the first time she had in a long time. Freely tossing clothes aside. The Sulkawis made jokes about how no blessings were coming, in kind. Holding various colors up to Desmo, Lillian looked through some clothes and spent about half the bag, and spent some time organizing the wagon, and making her own little space in it. She gave Desmo the task of getting the bag of remaining gold back to Trox, but Desmo quickly darted back still holding it, and slapped his tail on the wood.

Lillian sighed, as she heard the slap. “We’ve got a problem, huh?”

“A problem?” Nessie asked. She waited patiently while Lillain listened to Desmo. At least,she assumed, listened. It all sounds like nonsense to her. Though there were some words that made her blood boil.

“I’m becoming Ameri and Trox mixed together.” Lillian said after listening to Desmo, and watching Nessie. “You know what? Fine, we'll do it their way today. Nessie?”

A Naga charged through town that day. More viscous than she had ever been in her life. Slithering down a targeted path. Trox and the mouse parents turned to look as the half snake that went straight up to their daughter, coiled her up tight.

“We did it your way.” Lillian said, as she giggled. “Rather effective.”

“I believe in what works.” Trox replied. “This is Nessie, and that’s Lillian.”

“Nessie, we know.” A male Sulkawi. “Lillian, we don’t”

“But you know your daughter and Nessie feelings, and you can visit them as often as you like.” Lillian replied. “Should you chose to put in a servant of Ameridena’s hand, I suppose”

“There another option?” a female Sulkawi asked. “Where they are happy?”

“Content.” Lillian said. “We can go bring Nessie back, and she’ll sneak out and do this all over again from time to time.” She giggled. “As they so often do. Or we can bring them to Alkcove. and Nessie may actually never let her go. But something tells me that all know she wouldn’t mind that, maybe it’s the view.”

They two Sulkawis parents looked at each other and nodded, and four people walked back to a wagon.

“So went with black?” Trox asked as they both sat down. “And still a rather big dress.”

“It matches, and the gown makes him easier to hide.” Lillian answered. “Very summoner like, or so I’m told”