Susan Evensong Thu May 21, 2015 1:05 am
Suddenly the elevator seems to start shaking and comes to a screeching halt.
"Oh, my plan had been to head immediately to my room, however, mother seems to have intervened."
The doors open revealing a well decorated office. The walls are adorned with several types of musical instrument as well as paintings and photographs of several famous bards.
In the back of the room is a raised platform upon which rests a large mahogany desk. A woman who looks like an older version of Susan watches the pair enter.
"I see you were smoking in the elevator again. Such a nasty habit dear, it will ruin your lovely voice."
"Hello mother, nice to see you too. Did you call me all the way over here to berate me for my addictions?"
"Of course not, dear. I heard you were... kidnapped. Surely you can't blame a mother for wanting to see that her daughter was safe with her own two eyes!"
Susan looks rather taken aback by this. "So... I traveled all this way so that you could... look at me?"
"Well that, annnnnnd, I need you to preform a small task for me."
"Ah, that sounds more accurate. What do you require of me?"
"Mr. Licome has recently discovered that he is in line to receive quite a hefty inheritance, a few items of which he feels would be of great interest to us. He requested that you accompany him as he examined the items."
"Why the hell do I need to do that? I hate that man. If he wants company he can hire a bodyguard, hell he could hire a bard to write him a damn sonnet about his adventures."
"You hate everyone, dear. And don't forget that you are a bard as well. "
"I AM NOT!"
"Either way, he requested you specifically. This isn't a request Susan, you WILL do this."
"Very well mother."
"Oh, and do your best not to get kidnapped again. You know it is family policy not to negotiate with kidnappers."
"Of course mother."
Susan turns to stalk out of the room when she is stopped once again.
"One more thing!"
Susan freezes and turns back addressing her mother through gritted teeth.
"Yes mother?"
"The fox that is attempting to hide on your shoulder. Is he the boyfriend I've been told about?"
Susan opens her mouth to speak but her mother raises a hand to silence her.
"Actually, let me ask the fox directly. Who exactly are you?"