Welcome to Valerian Night, where the story comes to you in snippets and snatches, snapshots and slivers of 300 words every week. Your input is valued and needed, for what you say may drive the story into a totally different direction. Follow the meandering coils of story that take Alyxa Fairchild onto a direct collision course with Nightmares, Dreams, Old Deities and New Heroes as her world collides with that of Réveille, the land of Waking Dreams and Dead Gods. Trail after Morpheus as he discovers the foibles and confusions of the human world and finds himself strangely enamoured thereof all the while trying to keep his Dreamer safe and ensure the continued peace of the Real World. Let the young Jazzy open your eyes and show you that the world you see is not necessarily the world you know...

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

3.6. Tea and Pastry


Barring the doe-eyed waitress the cafe was empty, something that had been ‘Arranged’, no doubt. Alyxa prodded her tea with her spoon, trying to decide whether she wanted sugar or not. Everything tasted strange at the moment: jet-lag. She heard the shriek of a child’s laughter; a girl bolted down the street, a bewildered parent giving chase. Alyxa swallowed a mouthful of tea.

“Are you alright?” Morpheus asked, looking up from the pastry he was decorating with butter.

“I miss Amy,” Alyxa said softly.

-Who knows what Lucifer is doing,- Bast muttered sullenly.

“It is moot to speculate. Our best change of freeing the little Dreamer is to find Maye Darjeeling and force her to return her powers,” Morpheus stated, “we do not have the necessary calibre to go after her directly.”

“We could have stayed with Medea’s team,” Alyxa said, “they’re not lacking for fire-power.”

Morpheus frowned a little at the mention of Medea’s name, but his attention remained otherwise focussed.

“This is silly!” Alyxa declared, shoving her tea back, “what are we doing about finding Maye? We’ve been here three days and nothing’s happened.”

Bast eyed her over a raised paw, the tip of her tongue poking out of her mouth.

-Of course stuff has happened. I’m just waiting,- the Cat-Goddess said after a moment’s pause, -why do you think we’re sitting in this tacky little cafe?-

“The pastry is just a bonus,” Morpheus murmured.

-We’re here for her,- Bast stated, pointing her washed paw in the direction of the approaching waitress.

“The waitress?”

-The waitress.-

Said waitress bowed when she reached the table.

“Mistress, the witch you seek is not in this city,” she said.

-Where then?-

“Melbourne.”

- Thank you, kitten.-

The waitress blinked dully and toddled back to her work.

-Of to Melbourne then.-



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