that. At any rate, I’m not doing anything. The machine is.” Nora finished vacuuming and put the machine away.
“It’s okay now, Mrowley, you can come out,” she called.
Mrowley’s muffled voice came from the bedroom. “Not until the cat eating machine is gone.”
Darakin laughed. “It’s gone, kitty. It’s safe now.”
Mrowley poked his head out from the bedroom and looked around. When he felt the coast was clear, he walked out and jumped onto the sofa to sit between them again.
Nora gave him a pet on the head.
“I didn’t know you were such a coward, cat,” Darakin teased.
Coward? Mrowley sputtered. I’m not a coward.
“But you were hiding.”
Not hiding, Darakin, getting ready to make a sneak attack.
“Ah. My mistake.” Darakin looked over the cat at Nora. “He was getting ready to make a sneak attack,” he whispered in a loud voice.
Nora laughed.
Humph.
Chapter Eight
That evening, Nora made a roast. As she cooked, she explained as best she could, how the oven and stove worked to Darakin. The startled mage wandered around the small kitchen hesitantly touching various things, trying to figure it all out. The fact that the power of the elements was readily available to the people of this land was still unbelievable to him. He felt sad and powerless in this environment.
“I can’t believe this,” he shook his head.
“What?”
“All these machines you have. They summon fire and wind and water. Those are things that only a mage can do at home. I’m not even needed here.”
“I’m sorry.” Nora didn’t know what else to say.
“I have to find a way home.”
“How are you going to do that?”
“I don’t know. Are there any mages or wizards here, I mean other than the ones that would make me fly?”
“Not that I know of. I’ll let you know if I think of anyone.”
“Thank you.”
While she cooked, Mrowley walked back and forth rubbing against Nora’s legs in an attempt to get her to drop some scraps of food for him.
“Oh, for Heaven’s sake, would you feed that cat so he’ll stop tripping me?”
“Okay, sorry.” Darakin took the cat to another room and opened a can of cat food for him.
Sure, you’re getting roasted meat and I’m getting chicken byproducts , the cat complained.
“What’s a chicken byproduct?”
I don’t know, but I hear that that’s what in this food.
“Where did you hear that?”
On the magic box.
“Cat, I really don’t understand. It’s called cat food. Is it not appropriate for you?”
I guess it’s better than nothing.
“Ingrate.” Darakin turned in annoyance.
Dude, don’t be mad. It’s just that the meat smell started my tummy rumbling and I used to get scraps of meat from restaurant garbage bins. It tastes a lot better than this does. But thanks for getting me the cat food.
“You’re welcome,” Darakin said, mollified by the cat’s apologetic words. He returned to the kitchen where Nora was dishing out portions onto plates for the two of them.
“Go sit down, I’ll bring the food in.”
Darakin walked over to the small table that sat in between the kitchen area and the living room of the small apartment. Two burning candles sat in the middle of the table.
“Ah, fire,” Darakin muttered with longing.
“What’s that?” Nora called from the kitchen.
“Nothing, just missing my fire-calling abilities.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. It must be hard for you.”
“Does that mean you finally believe me?”
“Well … I believe that you believe.”
“Nora, what do I need to do to convince you?”
“I’m not sure you can, sweetie.” Nora flushed with embarrassment as she realized that she called him sweetie.
Darakin, who
“It’s okay now, Mrowley, you can come out,” she called.
Mrowley’s muffled voice came from the bedroom. “Not until the cat eating machine is gone.”
Darakin laughed. “It’s gone, kitty. It’s safe now.”
Mrowley poked his head out from the bedroom and looked around. When he felt the coast was clear, he walked out and jumped onto the sofa to sit between them again.
Nora gave him a pet on the head.
“I didn’t know you were such a coward, cat,” Darakin teased.
Coward? Mrowley sputtered. I’m not a coward.
“But you were hiding.”
Not hiding, Darakin, getting ready to make a sneak attack.
“Ah. My mistake.” Darakin looked over the cat at Nora. “He was getting ready to make a sneak attack,” he whispered in a loud voice.
Nora laughed.
Humph.
Chapter Eight
That evening, Nora made a roast. As she cooked, she explained as best she could, how the oven and stove worked to Darakin. The startled mage wandered around the small kitchen hesitantly touching various things, trying to figure it all out. The fact that the power of the elements was readily available to the people of this land was still unbelievable to him. He felt sad and powerless in this environment.
“I can’t believe this,” he shook his head.
“What?”
“All these machines you have. They summon fire and wind and water. Those are things that only a mage can do at home. I’m not even needed here.”
“I’m sorry.” Nora didn’t know what else to say.
“I have to find a way home.”
“How are you going to do that?”
“I don’t know. Are there any mages or wizards here, I mean other than the ones that would make me fly?”
“Not that I know of. I’ll let you know if I think of anyone.”
“Thank you.”
While she cooked, Mrowley walked back and forth rubbing against Nora’s legs in an attempt to get her to drop some scraps of food for him.
“Oh, for Heaven’s sake, would you feed that cat so he’ll stop tripping me?”
“Okay, sorry.” Darakin took the cat to another room and opened a can of cat food for him.
Sure, you’re getting roasted meat and I’m getting chicken byproducts , the cat complained.
“What’s a chicken byproduct?”
I don’t know, but I hear that that’s what in this food.
“Where did you hear that?”
On the magic box.
“Cat, I really don’t understand. It’s called cat food. Is it not appropriate for you?”
I guess it’s better than nothing.
“Ingrate.” Darakin turned in annoyance.
Dude, don’t be mad. It’s just that the meat smell started my tummy rumbling and I used to get scraps of meat from restaurant garbage bins. It tastes a lot better than this does. But thanks for getting me the cat food.
“You’re welcome,” Darakin said, mollified by the cat’s apologetic words. He returned to the kitchen where Nora was dishing out portions onto plates for the two of them.
“Go sit down, I’ll bring the food in.”
Darakin walked over to the small table that sat in between the kitchen area and the living room of the small apartment. Two burning candles sat in the middle of the table.
“Ah, fire,” Darakin muttered with longing.
“What’s that?” Nora called from the kitchen.
“Nothing, just missing my fire-calling abilities.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. It must be hard for you.”
“Does that mean you finally believe me?”
“Well … I believe that you believe.”
“Nora, what do I need to do to convince you?”
“I’m not sure you can, sweetie.” Nora flushed with embarrassment as she realized that she called him sweetie.
Darakin, who
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