Hey Everyone!! 😊
Looks like we've all made it to another Friday! Generally speaking, I like to relax on the weekends with my four-footed, furry friends. They help me chill and make my time off from work entertaining and enjoyable. So, it seemed appropriate to start the weekend off with a peek at how the furry creatures of Fairie help their people out. Enjoy... 😉
Excerpt from Intrigue in the Summer Court:
Patches was satisfied with the way things were progressing. It had taken some doing, but he had finally convinced Mr. Spats to hide among the clothing that had been packed for the cat's person. The feline hadn't wanted to climb into the trunk, but Patches had insisted and finally the kitty had complied.Together they had managed to lift the lid, and then Mr. Spats had jumped in and made himself comfortable in a nest of soft fabric. When the rabbit had knocked the lid closed again, the cat had let out a series of disgruntled trills until Patches had silenced him with a thump of his foot. If the plan were to succeed, none of the people could be allowed to realize that Mr. Spats was stowing away in the luggage.
With a final unhappy hiss, the cat had become quiet and Patches listened as his breathing settled into the rhythm of sleep. He didn't know what his companion-in-fur was so upset about anyway. The cat had wanted to nap; now he was getting to do so in a place where no one would disturb him for hours.
It was necessary for Mr. Spats to hitch a ride to the cabin with the clothing because of a spell that restricted his movements to within certain areas of the palace. He couldn't leave those areas under his own power; he could only do so if someone who was authorized carried him past the boundary. The spell was intended to keep the cat safe by confining him to places where the people knew who he was and that he belonged. But, recognizing that it might sometimes be necessary for the cat to go other places, the prince had adapted the spell so that certain individuals could transport the princess's pet outside of the castle.
Seren and Raleigh, being close to the royal couple, were among those who had been granted an exemption from the spell that kept Mr. Spats within the palace. Since they would undoubtedly be among those who took the trunk to the cabin, hiding with the clothing should ensure that Mr. Spats was on hand later. When he would be needed.
The prince and princess would need their feline friend that night; Patches had no doubt of that at all. He didn't know exactly what was driving him, but he knew with certainty that the steps he was taking were vital if all his people-friends were to have a chance of surviving the night unharmed. Patches was content with that; after all, what more did a bunny need to know?
Now that the cat was safely ensconced in the luggage, Patches needed to start working on his own tasks for the evening. Once again he wasn't sure why, but he knew he needed to hurry and find a source of water near the cabin where the royal couple would be staying. He also needed to find a means for transporting that water.
The rabbit made his way out of the castle, careful to avoid being stepped on by any of the Fae who were rushing about in last-minute preparations for the party the next day. No one attempted to interfere with him; Jillian's bunny friend was well-known to those who frequented the palace. Once he was outside, he used the power the goddess had granted him and took to the air. He didn't increase his size because he didn't need to carry anyone and he wanted to remain small and inconspicuous. As he soared over the forest he felt a building urgency. He hoped he would be on time!
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