Morons and Monarchs

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Viviendel🍲

𝕰𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖔𝖑 𝖇𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖕 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉.

His nose crinkles in disgust as he hands the bread to me and I beam. I will never understand why Faerie's hate it.

"Thanks," I say over a mouthful. "It is awesome." He sips his own soup.

I dip my bread into it and he flinches, "What?"

"You mortals are disgusting."

I laugh, "We are not that bad."

We sit across from each other on his bed. Making sure not a drop of soup or crumb of bread falls on the ground.

He takes another careful sip of his soup and I smile mischievously as I slurp it. He cringes.

"That was horrible."

I do it again. "Try it."

"Absolutely not, knowing me, I will get it everywhere."

I giggle. It is easy talking to Ea, being an idiot with Ea. It is funny. It is... comforting. For some odd reason.

"I saw your father today," Nope, not easy at all. I take back everything I said because now I feel my back go rigid and I am only absently aware of my bowl crashing against the mattress.

Ea leaps over to gather up the bowl's scattered porcelain pieces before anything can drop. He sets it on the bedstand and the little soup left crowds around the top.

"What did he say?" I try to keep my composure, wriggling my hands together.

"He wants to talk to you tomorrow."

I roll my eyes. "Obviously."

Ea shifts the subject, "Oh, I had a question..." And I am just fine with the altered conversation.

"Hmm?"

"Somewhere in this room is a rodent infestation... and you are a Bwardipuginin, so do you think you could help me out? I want them to leave and bother Helios." The sunburned guard from earlier...

I frown. "I used to do the same thing for the hovel most of the humans lived in. Guess guards are not that different."

That is only partially true. Yes, humans live in hovels much like the ones in this section of the palace. But no, I have never had to deal with a rat infestation before. Although I don't think it can be that hard.

"Where are they?" He points at the wall closest to my airmorie. Of course.

I hiss at the wall and a furry head peaks out of an alcove between the wall and the flooring. Rats hiss and squeak, but they speak using ultrasonic vocalisations. I try to copy the sounds, my Bwardipuginin power flowing in the form of 'words'.

When a rat hisses or squeaks they are afraid or in pain, so in hissing I got their attention. The furry head nods at my words, disappearing into its little alcove to get its family no doubt.

Bwardipuginins are the Zoolinguists of all Fae.

A pack of rats come out of the wall, skittering past me and standing by the bed. Like Soldiers awaiting orders. I smile, calming myself down since rats have a peculiar power to sense such emotions. I nod at the door and they follow me. I hear Ea let out a high-pitched scream as the rats pass by him. I look back to see his hair on end and a few green vines snaking up around him, trying to hide their master from the horrors such small creatures possess.