font size=5Chapter 2: Jonquil/font
Last week we left our newly introduced main character, Perquere the White
Kougra, in Neopia Central shortly after receiving rather unusual advice and
an even more unusual small round object from Kauvara the Magic Shop owner.
This week something much more ominous seems about to happen.p
font size=5A/fontt about 8 am, Neopian standard time, on the morning of day 15 of the Month of Celebrating, the sun rose and shone into the Master Bedroom window of the Fidsk household. Jonquil, a rather overbearing yellow Kougra (still plain-colored because, as she tells people, she's much too frugal and must think about "the child." Although her own private atmosphere of expensive perfume and her much-too-large collection of 2 pound diamonds and other jewelry seem to suggest otherwise) woke up to find herself sitting in the Violet Velvet Chair in her bedroom. She did not remember falling asleep in her chair, but here she was, and still in her formal dress from the night before. That made her angry. Why had no one woken her up to tell her to get out of her party clothes and actually go to bed?? Of course, the Fidsks only had one servant: a maid, cook, and occasionally stenographer, and she had gone home for the night. But Jonquil wasn't one to think things through fully. One would suppose she merely enjoyed being angry. Even if someone had woken her up, she would have been mad then, too. br "Wake up!" She yelled to her husband, Albert. "Or you're gonna be late!" br The event she was talking about was a political breakfast where he was speaking. Then on his itinerary was office-work. She had nothing to do for the day. She decided that she would wear her robe and lounge around the house all day. A nice, quiet day. Habit made the thought of spending quality family time with her son never cross her mind. Not that --as she was to soon find-- that was an option, anyway. br She finally glanced over at her husband. Her husband wasn't there. She looked over at the clock and realized that he must have already left. He would actually be just about starting his speech. She shrugged. Not much difference to her. Jonquil dressed down into her pajamas and robe. br The clock ticked. br Life went on. br In a sudden rush of sleepiness, Jonquil yawned and flopped back onto the bed. More time passed. Then she rubbed her eyes with her large Kougra paws and stood up again. She wandered amiably (not being angry for one of the very ivery/i few times in her life) down the hall towards Perquere's room, with the intent of waking him for breakfast. She did not quite get there before she heard, faintly, a key being turned in the lock downstairs. She turned around and headed down the stairs to greet (if such a cheerful word could iever/i be used to describe Jonquil Fidsk) the maid, Jeanette, and give her breakfast instructions. br However, the creature opening the door downstairs was not the maid. br It was Bobomoque, Albert's Mynci assistant. br "Bobomoque!" She exclaimed, clearly surprised, and blinked. "I wasn't expecting. So early. Where is-" She stopped, noticing Jeanette at the stove, (which answered her unfinished 'where is') cooking her breakfast. She would have walked over and corrected all of Jeanette's procedures if it had not been for Bobomoque. She looked back at him, and finally managed to say, "What are you doing here?"br "I was sent here," he replied, "On business, to notify you that the child has disappeared." Jonquil had a most un-repressible urge to scream, to become enraged. She fought it, and replied almost calmly, "What?! I thought we had that situation under control. This iwill/i complicate things." br "Not only you, but I and most likely everyone else thought we had this situation under control. Apparently we didn't. He allegedly climbed out his window last night and went to Neopia Central. Last place he was seen was hiring a boat, but we don't know where. Our people are working on it. If we don't find him, this could mean disaster, we might even have to terminate Operation Seashell."br Jonquil's voice rose and became much more threatening. "I warn you, if we are forced to terminate Operation Seashell, I will hold you personally responsible and it could cost you something very precious to you." Had she had more time to think she would have given a better threat, but it gave its intended effect. "That little brat. You said he climbed out his window? This will throw off all our timing. I though we were being so clever, to strike during a war. I should have iknown/i not to use that backstabbing freak of a child as a focal point." She sighed. "Things will just have to wait, I guess. Operation Seashell wasn't truly ready yet, anyway."p font size=5iTo Be Continued./i a href="homepage.phtml?pet_name=alledrhae"Back to the Main Page/a/font
font size=5A/fontt about 8 am, Neopian standard time, on the morning of day 15 of the Month of Celebrating, the sun rose and shone into the Master Bedroom window of the Fidsk household. Jonquil, a rather overbearing yellow Kougra (still plain-colored because, as she tells people, she's much too frugal and must think about "the child." Although her own private atmosphere of expensive perfume and her much-too-large collection of 2 pound diamonds and other jewelry seem to suggest otherwise) woke up to find herself sitting in the Violet Velvet Chair in her bedroom. She did not remember falling asleep in her chair, but here she was, and still in her formal dress from the night before. That made her angry. Why had no one woken her up to tell her to get out of her party clothes and actually go to bed?? Of course, the Fidsks only had one servant: a maid, cook, and occasionally stenographer, and she had gone home for the night. But Jonquil wasn't one to think things through fully. One would suppose she merely enjoyed being angry. Even if someone had woken her up, she would have been mad then, too. br "Wake up!" She yelled to her husband, Albert. "Or you're gonna be late!" br The event she was talking about was a political breakfast where he was speaking. Then on his itinerary was office-work. She had nothing to do for the day. She decided that she would wear her robe and lounge around the house all day. A nice, quiet day. Habit made the thought of spending quality family time with her son never cross her mind. Not that --as she was to soon find-- that was an option, anyway. br She finally glanced over at her husband. Her husband wasn't there. She looked over at the clock and realized that he must have already left. He would actually be just about starting his speech. She shrugged. Not much difference to her. Jonquil dressed down into her pajamas and robe. br The clock ticked. br Life went on. br In a sudden rush of sleepiness, Jonquil yawned and flopped back onto the bed. More time passed. Then she rubbed her eyes with her large Kougra paws and stood up again. She wandered amiably (not being angry for one of the very ivery/i few times in her life) down the hall towards Perquere's room, with the intent of waking him for breakfast. She did not quite get there before she heard, faintly, a key being turned in the lock downstairs. She turned around and headed down the stairs to greet (if such a cheerful word could iever/i be used to describe Jonquil Fidsk) the maid, Jeanette, and give her breakfast instructions. br However, the creature opening the door downstairs was not the maid. br It was Bobomoque, Albert's Mynci assistant. br "Bobomoque!" She exclaimed, clearly surprised, and blinked. "I wasn't expecting. So early. Where is-" She stopped, noticing Jeanette at the stove, (which answered her unfinished 'where is') cooking her breakfast. She would have walked over and corrected all of Jeanette's procedures if it had not been for Bobomoque. She looked back at him, and finally managed to say, "What are you doing here?"br "I was sent here," he replied, "On business, to notify you that the child has disappeared." Jonquil had a most un-repressible urge to scream, to become enraged. She fought it, and replied almost calmly, "What?! I thought we had that situation under control. This iwill/i complicate things." br "Not only you, but I and most likely everyone else thought we had this situation under control. Apparently we didn't. He allegedly climbed out his window last night and went to Neopia Central. Last place he was seen was hiring a boat, but we don't know where. Our people are working on it. If we don't find him, this could mean disaster, we might even have to terminate Operation Seashell."br Jonquil's voice rose and became much more threatening. "I warn you, if we are forced to terminate Operation Seashell, I will hold you personally responsible and it could cost you something very precious to you." Had she had more time to think she would have given a better threat, but it gave its intended effect. "That little brat. You said he climbed out his window? This will throw off all our timing. I though we were being so clever, to strike during a war. I should have iknown/i not to use that backstabbing freak of a child as a focal point." She sighed. "Things will just have to wait, I guess. Operation Seashell wasn't truly ready yet, anyway."p font size=5iTo Be Continued./i a href="homepage.phtml?pet_name=alledrhae"Back to the Main Page/a/font