Human X Goblin, D&D Fanfic

Chapter 2

After arriving at the servant dining room all the various workers of Owen estate got to work on their meals digging in.

The chefs busily prepared mouthwatering dishes of seared and seasoned Giant Elk Steaks, perfectly scrambled ostrich-sized Hippogriff Eggs, and sides of freshly picked Cherries infused with the 'Goodberry' spell, all being whisked through the air to and fro landing on tables with the assistance of miniature air elementals.

Hestia sat silently at her table taking a looooong gulp from her specifically human tankard nearly the size of her head and filled to the brim.

She relished the warm coffee and the energy it would grant her, she knew Bran would've teased her for having such a large amount of Caffeine for someone so 'tiny', he would always make stupid little comments like tha- WAIT.

'FUCK' she thought slamming her Tankard down on the table shaking the silverware slightly askew from its previously impeccable layout, the coffee in her mug splashing up then returned to the cup without staining the white tablecloths.

Her eyes were wide and her vision was pointed down in a look of frustration 'Shit! I keep thinking about him!' her thoughts had been filled with nothing but Bran since the incident...

Bran was eating Lunch with the servants wanting to avoid his family obligation of dining with his asshole cousin most likely only here to suck up to his family for either more money or more political power.

The gardener gang had begun teasing and prodding at Bran, his scruffy Half-Elf guard friend jeering at him and elbowing him roughly in the side.

Bran still looked down at his meal dreadfully, ignoring his companions only prompting the Half-Elf to elbow harder until Bran was forced to scooch his chair and meal over slightly and eventually switch places completely which the persistent guard followed him.

"Oh my fuckin' Gods brighten the fuck up"

Lucan the Half-Elf complained with an exhaustive expression.

"Bran you saved her, she's probably just a bit flustered after you pinned her to the ground when you got a bit too excited" Lucan continued purposefully twisting the truth to mess with Bran "I fell!" Bran snipped defensively.

"God you're bitchy today" he snarked, picking at Brans' plate casually when Bran decided he didn't have the energy to fight right now.

Meanwhile, Hestia was resting her head against the table... repeatedly.

The Halfling Head-Maid placed a hand between Hestias' forehead and the wooden surface she was slamming it against,

Partially out of annoyance at the sound of her skull thumping on the table's surface, but mostly out of concern for her dear friend.

"Hest! Relax" Willow the Halfling demanded in a commanding tone, "my life is overrrr" Hestia groaned into the table "you'll be fine it's just Bran" Willow consoled "I yelled at him in front of everyooooneee" Hestia could feel the hushed whispers and glaring eyes on the back of her neck.

Sitting next to Hestia and patting her on the back comfortingly, Willow consoled her similarly short friend.

"Well, he has a crush on you so I'm sure it'll work out" Willow consoled letting her words sink into Hestia who still remained face down on the table... "hey Willow..." "yeah Hest?" "whAT THE FUCK!!!" Hestia's volume raised with her head as she turned to Willow.

The sudden increase in volume only drew more eyes to the pair "oh yeah I've known for a while, with the two of you and your dramatic longing stares it was honestly quite a breeze" Willow shrugged unphased.

Hestia squinted skeptically at Willow "and you're sure he's into me?" "Hest I'm two for two, just look at Naal and Luanne!" Willow replied, moving her arms expressively with wide eyes.

Willow gestured towards the Dark-elf man awkwardly sitting with his fingers intertwined on his lap blushing deep scarlet as the Human artist rested her head on his arm.

"It's hard to believe those two have been at it for 3 years now... they're engaged..."

Willow took a break from the conversation to communicate her awe before returning to it.

"point is you can have your wholesome lovey-dovey life with Bran!" Willow encouraged pointing towards a defeated-looking Bran being tormented by Lucan.

Willow retrieved a miniature inkwell, pen, and blank letter, from her bag, "either you tell him how you feel or I will for you" Willow pushed.

"Don't." Hestia glared with her large eyes in an attempt to cement her point before grabbing a handful of cherries and walking off eyes still locked on her friend causing her to bump into the occasional table or person.

"Fine, I suppose I'll do it myself" Willow sighed to herself clearly determined to get these two together.