And now, we have a late entrance...
by Ellie Ann
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Lady Kitty: Ah! Here you are. *checks watch* You are dreadfully late.
A girl wearing a sari, with a scarlet silk scarf tied around her flowing black hair, and a small pistol in a red leather holster at her hip, flashes a disarming smile.
Farissa: Oh, Lady Kitty, please forgive us. Zel is desperately afraid of heights, and it took us awhile to convince him of your dirigible's safety.
Farissa's holding hands with a tall, solemn looking black young man who swallows, and looks nauseous.
Lady Kitty: Pish posh, the Filigree is as safe as any other mode of transportation there is.
Zel: That isn't saying much.
Farissa clears her throat.
Zel: I've read the research, and the engine you have on this thing isn't nearly as efficient or safe as it could be.
Farissa: Do excuse him. He can't even take a bath without noticing how the bath could be improved scientifically. Ooo...is that blackberry tart? We don't have those in Dyn and I've always wanted to try one. *she eats the tart in one bite*
Lady Kitty: I thought you were supposed to be a princess.
Farissa: Thank the stargods I'm not! I almost was, and would have been, if not for Zel. *she gives him a loving glance* I'd rather eat my own kidney than be a princess and have to strut around with the rulers all day.
Zel: *laughs* You do plenty of strutting without being a princess.
Lady Kitty: Please, tell your guard to come into the parlor. He's making me nervous.
Zel: You heard her, Street. Come on in.
A child-sized robot enters. He has intricate runes etched into his exquisite metal skin, and dancing behind his eyes there is the faintest hint of a soul. Or at least a personality. Street bows.
Lady Kitty: Sit, I beg you.
Street: I must remain vigilant.
Lady Kitty: Have a tart.
Street: I fear Farissa would be most displeased if I took one of them from her.
Farissa, her mouth full, narrows her eyes at him.
Street: Do you have any oil for me to drink?
Lady Kitty gasps.
Street: I was jesting. *he turns around and stands at the door*
Farissa forces a tart into Zel's hand.
Farissa: You must try one. They're even better than Rashan's sweet bread.
Zel's eyes widen. He runs to the window and takes deep breaths.
Farissa: I'm sorry, Lady Kitty, but we must be away. Zel can't handle these heights. Thank you for having us to tea, I've had a lovely time.
Lady Kitty: Thank you for coming.
Farissa: May I--May I take a tart or two for the road?
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by Ellie Ann
The end of humanity will come through the Silver Sickle . . .
Farissa lives every moment with reckless abandon, for it may be her last. Any day now, the alien goddesses will harvest her and take her to the mysterious Silver Sickle, never to return. She’s accepted that. What she can’t accept is this new idea of freedom Zel has planted in her head. She’d give almost anything to be with Zel, but how can she run from her destiny if it means putting the whole kingdom in danger?
Everyone in the desert kingdom believes the goddesses are immortal, but Zel has invented a way to kill them. Now all he has to do is convince Farissa to run away with him and plant a seed of hope in her heart that she’s not destined to die. Little does he know that one seed of hope could change the course of the future.
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