Before Remus could respond, Romulus interrupted. "Fowl has told me everything, ma petite. And, I've decided to work alongside of you."
I smiled.
"I'm glad I brought you two together," Artemis said sarcastically, "but today is a good time to travel. For it will rain tomorrow."
"Yes. Sorry, Monsieur Fowl." I agreed. "I'll just get my stuff ready." Artemis glared. "You did come without calling, so I believe 'tis your fault if you are angry." I literally skipped up the stairs.
I packed up my belongings in a few minutes (Considering that I only had a few of them), and ran back downstairs, where Romulus and Master Fowl were quietly chatting. I had heard every word, but I pretended that I had not heard anything. "I'm ready." I announced. We all went inside the limousine and drove to the airport. Actually, Mr. Butler drove.
O'Hare Airport
As we boarded a private plane, I took a seat away from the window. I am afraid of heights, but I can overcome it when I meditate. The plane took off. I immediately closed my eyes and drew up mental thoughts of pleasant things. I heard a familiar scratching sound. Romulus was sketching something. We both had a gift of art, but my art is very lousy, so I don't like drawing. I began to remember back in 1646 when I had transformed into a dog. Unlike werewolves, Romulus and I can turn into wolves at will. Bethel either couldn't do it, or she didn't want to. I opened my eyes suddenly. Romulus hastily put away his sketch and grinned. "Good morning." He said cheerfully.
I rolled my eyes just as Artemis said, "What's that you've drawn?" pointing to Romulus' half-hidden notebook. Romulus turned a bit red and gave him the notebook.
" I'm an artist." Romulus explained quickly as Artemis studied the picture. As I guessed before. It was a picture of me. Romulus blushed as we made eye contact for a second. He was always nervous when presenting a picture.
"Beautiful." Artemis mumbled, "you've caught the details perfectly."
Romulus nodded a thanks and continued sketching. We continued the flight with on occasional conversation, but other than that, I was meditating, Romulus was skteching, and Artemis was typing away on his laptop computer. After what seemed like ten hours, we landed. Riding in another all-too-familiar limousine, we made it to Fowl Manor.
Fowl Manor
We entered the manor, when a very attractive-looking young lady came down the stairs. "There you are, Arty." She exclaimed, running up to Artemis and giving him a hug.
So, this was the mother of pale, smart, Artemis -or should I say- Arty. I was expecting a frail, pale old lady. But I didn't expect his mother to be an energetic, lovely woman. I'm very bad at predicting.
