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Writer’s Inktober #8: Impasse
“So, is that a yes?”
Ferrilata gives a sly laugh, pale eyes shining with mirth. “No, it’s not.”
“Okay, so a maybe then.”
The skydancer swats her friend, though she doubts it’ll do anything. “Argok!”
Argok pouts and Ferilata greatly wishes that someone else was here to see it because it’s quite a sight, she thinks. “Ferri, please! I don’t want to watch them by myself! Besides, they like you,” the ridgeback whines, awkwardly splaying himself on the ground to show his desperation.
Ferrilata giggles and pats his head. “There, there. They like you too, it’s why they pick on you so much.” Which is the truth. Impa and Thore may pick on him more than anyone else, well, besides Dak, but they do like him. In their case, the more they tease and mess with you, the more they like you. Though Dak would probably disagree with her, but it’s true. They respect him, a lot. They also like to mess with him, a lot.
Argok groans, his head lolling to the side, hopeless. “Do I really have to do this?”
“Did Dak or Ausha ask you to do it?”
“Ausha did, said something about her and Dak having a meeting to go to and that she didn’t want the two to pull anything too bad while they’re away.”
“Then yes.”
He sighs before standing, shaking out the leaves in his mantle and readjusting it to drop back over his shoulder. “Alright, well, if I don’t make it through this, then you can have my trident so you can remember me in my prime.”
Ferrilata gives an dramatic sigh, putting a clawed hand to her forehead. “My brave knight! I’ll hang it up in my cave so I can remember how noble your sacrifice was.”
He snorts, nudging her, gently, with his foot. “Brat.”
“But you love me,” she sings, returning his bump with one of her own.
He gazes upwards, pretending to think. “I dunno, love is a strong word.”
Ferrilata gasps, hands held to her chest. “Ouch! I see how it is.”
Argok shakes his head. “I’ll declare my undying love for you if you help me watch the two troublemakers.”
“As tempting as that offer is, I’ll have to pass.”
“Your loss,” Argok says with a shake of his head. “Alright, I gotta go. See you later, Ferri.”
“Have fun! Don’t die!” Ferrilata cackles, waving goodbye.
Argok sighs to himself, half convinced that he actually will die.