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at Gretchen’s mum. “She’s serious,” she repeated.
Her mother looked concerned. She looked at Gretchen and Karla. “Why don’t you start at the beginning.”
Karla looked at her watch. It was nearing midday already, but much as she wanted to get back to Taurian as quickly as possible, Chase had said it would take him a few hours to organise everything anyway. So, starting with the day Jayrian walked into her dad’s rock and gem store, she told Gretchen’s parents the whole story, with Gretchen interjecting her parts as well.
Gretchen’s parents and Aunt Mary listened, with wide eyes. Their expressions started out incredulous, and gradually moved to fascinated, and as Karla described Ultrima’s arrival, and the subsequent events, turned to angry.
“So this dragon is just going to kill everyone because Taurian’s sister refused to marry him?” Aunt Mary asked. “Sounds like something straight out of a fairy tale to me.”
This time though, her tone wasn’t disbelieving or scornful. It was, in fact, a little wistful.
“If we don’t do something, it’s not going to have a fairy tale ending,” Karla warned.
“I’ll get my gun,” Gretchen’s father said, his voice determined.
“I’ll get some food,” Gretchen’s mother offered. “No use heading into battle on an empty stomach. And I’m betting none of you had anything to eat since this morning, did you?”
Karla wanted to insist that the last thing she felt like right now was eating, but she didn’t want to upset Gretchen’s mum. It was kind of her to offer. Besides, the other’s might feel like eating, even if she didn’t.
A memory came, unbidden, of Taurian sitting in the café, eating chips as though Edtrima hadn’t been sitting just a few tables away. Throughout all of this, he’d been so certain he would win—somehow. Even when it seemed impossible.
He hadn’t let anything get him down, even when he’d thought she was walking out on him. Even when he had to have known it might be the last time he’d ever see her. Even when he was facing down the possible annihilation of his entire clan.
Her eyes filled with unexpected tears, and she turned away, trying to hide them.
Gretchen’s mum though, was observant. She put her arms around Karla and gave her a big hug. “Poor, love. You must have had quite a week. Have a good cry, I guarantee you’ll feel better.”
Karla didn’t have much choice in the matter. The sobs broke through all the walls she had built up, and cascaded all over everything.
It had been a long, long time since she’d had a motherly hug, and even though no one could ever replace her own mother, right now, even the illusion was enough to let her emotions out.
And Gretchen’s mum was right, she did feel a lot better when she pulled back and wiped her eyes. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” Gretchen’s mum said stoutly. “We all need a shoulder to cry on sometimes. Now though, we’d better get that food together.”
Karla, Gretchen and Aunt Mary helped her pack and they were done by the time Gretchen’s father returned with his gun. He was looking thoughtful. “How many of those dragons did you say there were?”
“Twelve,” Karla said. “Thirteen if you count Ultrima.”
“One gun isn’t going to do much against them,” Jake said.
“We do have some other options,” Karla said quickly, half afraid he was going to back out.
His frown didn’t look afraid, though. “I have a couple of mates, maybe they’ll give us a hand.”
“That would be wonderful,” Karla said.
“I’ll just go make a couple of calls,” Jake said, and disappeared out of the room.
“This is going to be some adventure,” Aunt Mary said wistfully.
There was silence in the room. Gretchen looked at her for a moment.
Karla didn’t say anything. Whatever the issues over Christmas had been, it was up to Gretchen to decide if she wanted to forgive her aunt or not.
“Do you want
Her mother looked concerned. She looked at Gretchen and Karla. “Why don’t you start at the beginning.”
Karla looked at her watch. It was nearing midday already, but much as she wanted to get back to Taurian as quickly as possible, Chase had said it would take him a few hours to organise everything anyway. So, starting with the day Jayrian walked into her dad’s rock and gem store, she told Gretchen’s parents the whole story, with Gretchen interjecting her parts as well.
Gretchen’s parents and Aunt Mary listened, with wide eyes. Their expressions started out incredulous, and gradually moved to fascinated, and as Karla described Ultrima’s arrival, and the subsequent events, turned to angry.
“So this dragon is just going to kill everyone because Taurian’s sister refused to marry him?” Aunt Mary asked. “Sounds like something straight out of a fairy tale to me.”
This time though, her tone wasn’t disbelieving or scornful. It was, in fact, a little wistful.
“If we don’t do something, it’s not going to have a fairy tale ending,” Karla warned.
“I’ll get my gun,” Gretchen’s father said, his voice determined.
“I’ll get some food,” Gretchen’s mother offered. “No use heading into battle on an empty stomach. And I’m betting none of you had anything to eat since this morning, did you?”
Karla wanted to insist that the last thing she felt like right now was eating, but she didn’t want to upset Gretchen’s mum. It was kind of her to offer. Besides, the other’s might feel like eating, even if she didn’t.
A memory came, unbidden, of Taurian sitting in the café, eating chips as though Edtrima hadn’t been sitting just a few tables away. Throughout all of this, he’d been so certain he would win—somehow. Even when it seemed impossible.
He hadn’t let anything get him down, even when he’d thought she was walking out on him. Even when he had to have known it might be the last time he’d ever see her. Even when he was facing down the possible annihilation of his entire clan.
Her eyes filled with unexpected tears, and she turned away, trying to hide them.
Gretchen’s mum though, was observant. She put her arms around Karla and gave her a big hug. “Poor, love. You must have had quite a week. Have a good cry, I guarantee you’ll feel better.”
Karla didn’t have much choice in the matter. The sobs broke through all the walls she had built up, and cascaded all over everything.
It had been a long, long time since she’d had a motherly hug, and even though no one could ever replace her own mother, right now, even the illusion was enough to let her emotions out.
And Gretchen’s mum was right, she did feel a lot better when she pulled back and wiped her eyes. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” Gretchen’s mum said stoutly. “We all need a shoulder to cry on sometimes. Now though, we’d better get that food together.”
Karla, Gretchen and Aunt Mary helped her pack and they were done by the time Gretchen’s father returned with his gun. He was looking thoughtful. “How many of those dragons did you say there were?”
“Twelve,” Karla said. “Thirteen if you count Ultrima.”
“One gun isn’t going to do much against them,” Jake said.
“We do have some other options,” Karla said quickly, half afraid he was going to back out.
His frown didn’t look afraid, though. “I have a couple of mates, maybe they’ll give us a hand.”
“That would be wonderful,” Karla said.
“I’ll just go make a couple of calls,” Jake said, and disappeared out of the room.
“This is going to be some adventure,” Aunt Mary said wistfully.
There was silence in the room. Gretchen looked at her for a moment.
Karla didn’t say anything. Whatever the issues over Christmas had been, it was up to Gretchen to decide if she wanted to forgive her aunt or not.
“Do you want
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