Ned crouched on the floor of the dusty store-room, pulling objects of curiosity out of crates. Then a muffled voice:
"Ned! Look what I found!"
He stood, turned around, and promptly shrieked. Myra was behind him, wearing huge gold bangles on her arms, and a giant bird skull on her head.
"I think it's a Roc's skull. I could wear it into battle!"
"Myra... " Ned sighed, "Somehow I knew if I let you help me clean out the shop, nothing would get done."
"But Ned, it's all so NEAT."
"Myra, either help or.... " he checked his pocketwatch "go make lunch."
She huffed, and skunk to the kitchen, still staring through the skull's empty eyes.
"And Myra," he called after her, "try not to burn anything."
She ignored him, and he heard the bangles jingle as she went about her business. He chewed his lip. That was rude. She had only been trying to make him laugh, after all.
~
Myra stood at the stove, stirring the remnants of last night's supper.
"Myra" said a fake, gravelly voice. She set down her spoon and twirled, slowly. There was Ned, posed like a painting, in heavy robes and an ornate headdress. She blinked, then burst into hearty laughter.
"Ned, for all the trouble you cause me, you would make a wonderful Chokatoc Emperor!"
They laughed and laughed until they were sprawled on the floor, throats hoarse and sides sore.
"Hey Myra"
"Mhm?"
"I think you burnt the food."
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Ned & Myra
Proză scurtăNed is an odd, yet respected shopkeeper. At 35, he's one of the wealthiest men in town. Myra(29) is a bizarre, bossy witch that has little experience with other people. They've been friends ever since Myra accidentally poisoned him with a wonky poti...
