Bloom woke up with the pungent smell of goat invading her nostrils. "Jesus Christ!" She hollered and tossed her blanket clear across the room. There was no smell she hated more than goat. Okay so that was a lie, but goat as of that moment goat was definitely up there.
Ever since she started living with Flora she'd woken up to all kinds of smells; mostly floral, fruity, or of the bakery sort.
Flora adored cooking, Bloom recalled fondly before another whiff of (probably) goat ass tugged her attention back into the present.
She headed down the hall to see just what Flora was up to this time.
The sight she came upon did not disappoint her.
The nature fairy was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor surrounded by incense. And naturally the goat was right next to her. Wearing a poncho at that. She flopped over, bum in the air, ear pressed to the floor.
Bloom raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing. And why is the goat wearing a poncho?"
"He's trying to be fashionable. Now, shhh…I'm listening to the floor, he's been trying to talk to me all morning."
"Okay. So why do you need a goat to talk to the floor?"
"Well Bloom, haven't you heard that goats are the greatest vessels for communication with the other side?"
"You're contacting the floor, not the dead. And I'm pretty sure goats are used very differently to do that…" Bloom trailed off. "At least that's what Darcy's been telling me." She shuddered.
"Shhhhhhhhhhh!" Flora hissed. "I think I've made contact."
"Alright then, I'll be over there." Bloom pointed to the sofa, "trying to contact your rational side."
"There is no rational side when you're this drunk!" Flora declared.
Bloom hopped onto the couch, wondering why the hell her friend had been drinking at 7:30 in the morning, probably earlier than that.
And then it hit her. "Say Flora. Where'd you get that goat?"
Flora shot her a lopsided smile, "You'll never know Bloomers."
"Bloomers?" She mumbled. "That's what you're going with?" She looked up to she Flora doing some sort of rain dance. "I don't want to know."
"I'm trying to summon the Kid King."
"Kid as in baby goat or kid as in a small child?"
Flora looked at her as if she was the stupidest person she'd ever met. "The Goat King, duh."
"If you say so. I just sit here," she lowered her voice to a mutter, "and make sure you don't hurt yourself." With a sigh she wondered if this is what she'd be dealing with every day. If it was, she was in for an interesting…however long Flora planned on staying with her.