Disclaimer for the entire story: Sadly, I do not own Strange Magic, although I do have the DVD that I play once a week.
*Blush* It happened again! Can't these two behave?! There is a part that could be considered a little spooky, so if you're like me and you jump at shadows during the day, you might not want to read this at or near night. It's probably not enough to bothering anyone at all but I figured I'd give a warning just in case. It's kind of bad when you manage to actually scare yourself with something you wrote that isn't truly scary.
I have no idea if there will be more continuations or not...We'll see. If so, then it'll show up around Beltane (May 1st) and possibly also around Lughnasadh (August 1st) to cover the four Gaelic seasonal festivals. No promises but it is a probable plan. Constructive advice is appreciated but please refrain from criticism. Enjoy!
Marianne resists the urge to grab her sword. She badly wants to hit something, preferably her husband. How could he do this? She could understand where he is coming from but they've been married for three months. Surely he could understand her point as well.
"Come on, Bog. This is ridiculous," she growls.
"No, it's not," Bog growls back. "You need to stay here as I told you."
"Why," Marianne questions?
"Just because you know some of our traditions, it doesn't mean you know all of them," he comments.
"That's why you're teaching me," she counters. "You said that it is tradition for the royal family to be at all the festivals and that all members fit are to take part in each of the Wild Hunts. Even if you don't want me to take part in the hunt then I can just stay with Griselda and help out with the festival."
"You can't help out with the festival and you're not coming with me on the hunt. Now, quit arguing and do as you're told," Bog orders before leaving the room.
Marianne sighs in frustration and runs her hands through her shaded brunette hair, enhancing the disorder among the short strands while also dislodging her jeweled golden circlet. The clanging metal against the hard floor remind her of its presence and she reluctantly picks it back up.
The sparkling white and amber jewels shimmer at her as she gazes at the sign of her royal status as Crown Princess of the Light Fields and Queen of the Dark Forest. Her eyes spark with in determination before returning the jeweled golden circlet on top of her head.
Oh, no. There is no way that she's going to drop the matter. It's bad enough that she wasn't even made aware of this Dark Forest tradition until today but for him to blow her off when she asked him about it is the last straw. Grabbing her sword from its place by the bed, Marianne storms after him with the intent on beating the answers out of him if necessary.