Tails Over Tea

The Triadic Tea

Genre: Fantasy

It was already nine strikes since midnight by the time I woke up from my own long slumber. Goodness, ever since switching my last (much more comfy) mattress, this new one lacks spring and has barely any air in it! And the headaches I'm getting... excruciating.

"AAH!"

Just as I was turning from the corner of the long-stretched hallway, the sudden appearance of Clay Jon's glossy figure spooked my eyes to nearly fall out of their side sockets.

Oh yes, speaking of a monocular vision, did I tell you I was a hawk? That might actually explain to you why the change of mattresses would affect so much of my poor BACK plus WINGS (and also why I have side-eyes, instead of one next to each other).

Okay... calm down, Bryanna... get your mind together... *clears throat*

Anyway...

"Oh, Madame Magistrate!" The clay man exclaimed shockingly, "I didn't see you there. Apologies." He continued as he bowed apologetically. Sometimes, I wonder how he could bend and such without having any visible nerves on him, especially with those spindle legs.

"Ahem... Aren't you suppose to be... a-accompanying Wool Jon?" I managed to speak even with my heavily thumping heart from the spooks just now.

"Oh, about Wool Jon, he needed help with something 'explosive' as he had described it to be. I just hope it isn't his lady-in-perfume..."

Ah yes, that emotional, depressing drama... (yet hilarious on my perspective)

"Anyway, I should be going. Wouldn't want another Frankenstein-me appearing in his laboratory!"

And with that, the thin-legged Clay Jon walked off with his, again, weird twisty walking before disappearing into another corner. Reminding myself where I was planning to go, I continued my walk down the stone-bricked hallways while stretching some muscles and bones under those feathery wings behind. Thank goodness for lighter wings.

After a few twists, curves, climbing and going through heavy doors, my eyes could finally identify the wooden doors that lead towards the huge dining hall where I expected a few figures to appear.

And as I pushed the doors open, imagine my surprise that I saw instead of expected emptiness, was a banquet-like scene of shouting, barbaric noisiness, and celebratory-like dances at the middle. The usual empty chairs of morning breakfast, was now sat by various canines, felines, avians... it's practically the entire kingdom of Avanima in one humongous dining hall!

But still, the one's that stand out from the crowd, was the front tables where my expected seating was unexpectedly filled by... a snobby-looking hyena

"Excuse me... excuse... Oops, apologies... excuse you!" Jeez, who knew these thugs were such non-gentlemen!

After a few pushes and squeezing through thin crevices in between, I finally got through the thick crowds and reach the table. Luck was not on that random hyena's side, as I was ready to pull that fluff tail. And I damn close to yanking it hard, but Max's conversing with them was unfortunately a deterrent for me.

"Crescentia Mechtilde is back at it again?" 

"Yes, Magistrate, and as a reminder from her, she wants you to stop calling her that, and again, participate in the Roast Debate."

"Hm... I'll think about it. I wonder what she'll be spewing out next. Although, i have no promises on the name calling..." And from there, I already knew he wasn't paying attention to my presence. Slowly, i tapped 

And the once relaxed hyena turned to a straight pale face when he noticed my grumpiness, immediately excusing himself from my seat and entering back into the thick crowds. Still affected by the bad sleep, I sank down depressingly on the seating.