Saturday, January 4, 2014

Even the Council of Tribal Elders have called on you for your unique insight.

 (Small Fry Chapter 2)

I dropped to my knees on the floor beside the bed, to reach under and pull out my suitcase.  I tossed it open on top of the bed, when I attacked the tall boy next.  I opened the draws to pull out my clothes and had just thrown in my underwear, when the bedroom door opened. 

However, it wasn’t just Declan who walked in, but so did Caesar and Ki.

“Oh look, it’s ‘The Three Amigos’.” I said in a surly manner, as I continued.

“Oh look, as usual B is packing her bags.”  My mate responded in a similar tone, before he spoke to our First and Medicine Man.  “You see, at least once every fifty years, B says she’s gonna leave.  Now for human couples, this wouldn’t be seen as a major thing.  But when you’ve been married for 273 years, it adds up.”

“She’s done this that many times?”  Ki asked in consternation. 

“Hmm,” Caesar frowned, “this is worse than I thought.  Aunt B truly is more ‘Light Person’ than she is Lokoti Werewolf.”

“Don’t give me that crap about loyalty!”  I turned on them, before seething Declan’s way.  “I stood in the kitchen and told the leader of the pack to go to hell, for putting down my husband!  And he STILL sides with the pack over his wife!”

“Loyalty…?  LOYALTY?!”  Declan roared as his face reddened in anger.  “WHEN HAVE I EVER PACKED MY BAGS AND THREATENED TO LEAVE YOU, B?!” 

Next, the European Werewolf picked up my suitcase and hurled it against the far wall, scattering my things all over the place! 

“Er, maybe we should leave and let them sort this out…?”  Ki looked on uncomfortably. 

“We stay.” Caesar ordered.

“Fine!”  I retorted.  “I can buy new clothes!”

I started to walk over to my handbag, but Declan reached it first.  He picked it up and threw it out of the bedroom doorway, with Caesar coolly moving his head to the side.  He was acting like he was accustomed to my husband’s ferocious temper, whereas Ki looked nervous.

“Fine!”  I repeated.  “I can easily get replacement credit cards from my PA at Hodge Endeavor!”

“SIT DOWN B!”  My mate snarled.

He grabbed onto both of my arms, forcing me sit on the side of the bed.  I glowered back as my dark blue eyes burned turquoise.  He seethed in return, with his bright blue eyes momentarily glowing green.

“OK, now we’re going to talk about this calmly.”  Caesar began.  “Aunt B, although you outwardly have the appearance of a woman in her twenties thanks to being a Circulator; I acknowledge you as the oldest living member of the Riverclaw family.  I do not wish to offend you, nor do I want to downgrade your role over the many years.  Our families have always turned to you for counsel.”

I crossed my arms and stubbornly looked away, as the three males stood over me like they were trying to impose their will. 

“My father and I may share the titles of heads of the Riverclaw family, but you might recall the many times we've come to you for advice.  Even the Council of Tribal Elders, have called on you for your unique insight.  However, when you act more as a Circulator, it concerns us that you act less like a female Lokoti Werewolf.  It’s for this reason, we are worried about what kind of strain this pregnancy will put your body under.”  Caesar continued. 

Forrest agreed as he walked in, “I remember well, how much you and Uncle Declan were there for Maia and I, in the beginning of our marriage.”  He smiled sadly as he remembered his late wife with fondness.  “I remember how you helped her after her miscarriage.  I’m still grateful to you for saying exactly the right things she needed to hear, such as ‘it’s not your fault, problems with fertility happens to everyone’.”

Tyson walked in after, “When Samuel was born and Tania went through postnatal depression, I remember how you took her out for coffee all those times.  She would come back with renewed strength after talking to you.  She’d tell me, ‘Aunt B is nearly 300 years old and she still gets depressed from PMT every month.  If she can carry on then so can I’.”

“B’s PMT must be my worst enemy.”  My mate grumbled, as he sunk onto the bed beside.  “It’s thanks to those mood swings that I’ve nearly burnt our luggage set, to stop this nonsense of her trying to run away all of the time.”

This made the other males in the room chuckle in sympathy, thinking of their own war stories with the female curse.

“Aunt B, we know of the little things you and Uncle Declan do, behind the scenes for your families.”  Caesar continued.  “So now it’s your family’s turn to help you through this pregnancy.”

I arched my eyebrows, “Help me with it, or try to end it?”

This question made all of them look on puzzled, but it was Ki who cottoned on.

“Hang on,” the Medicine Man spoke up, “I think I can see why Aunt B is getting so worked up.”

“Then enlighten us, please!”  Declan cried out, exasperated.

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