“Rain,” Hayes said inanely, staring out his truck window at the rolling water that had appeared out of perfect blue skies not moments before. He felt like he’d had to shout the word over the downpour. “Worse than predicted.”
Kea smirked upward, Geo perched on her shoulder. “No one ever pays attention in the rain. We’ll be able to sneak right into the dragon lady’s home.”
“Wait, you did this?”
The Fae peeked out from behind her eight-year-old human seeming. “You have a lot to learn about magic.”
“Could have just stayed at the office,” Geo grumbled. “Where it was nice and dry.”
“I’m sorry, did a frog just complain about it being too wet outside?” Hayes asked incredulously.
“I have a delicate constitution,” he said primly, and set a long-fingered hand on Kea’s braid. “Nor do I want to be eaten as an amuse-bouche by a dragon.”
Hayes nearly dented the steering wheel to keep his hands from shaking. “My boss is an actual dragon?!“
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A quick blurb this week for MOTE, inspired by AC Young’s prompt about the weather. It was a trade this week – go check it out!
