The Call
When Holly received the call from Artemis at three in the morning (Central Haven Moon Time), she was not happy. Actually, was more or less totally ticked off.
If it's Foaly with another of his "brilliant ideas that just were not allowed by the Council", I'll his tear his head off and stick it on a pole,Holly thought. But when she saw it was Artemis, she brightened up.
"Hello, Holly. What have you been up to lately?" Artemis's intoned over the video communicator.
"Not much, Arty. And you?"
"Same here, really. Except for a couple of nightmares."
He didn't mind me calling him "Arty", Holly observed. "Nightmares?"
"Yeah. Nightmares. Weird ones. I meet myself and my other self kills me. I think it means I'm going to be the death of myself. Ironic, isn't it?" Artemis spilled out his woes to Holly, not really caring if she didn't pay attention. At least he would get a load off his shoulders.
"That's really weird, Artemis." said Holly, stating the blaringly obvious. "Foaly might be able to help. I bet he has a machine that does stuff like reading minds. He'll probably want you to be a geniua pig or something."
"Yeah, and that my dear Holly, is why I'm worried. The dream seems urgent, and my experience with the People and Magick advises me not to ignore it. But I also do not wish to end up as a freak accident from our pony friend's lab. If you think it might help, you can call Foaly."
"Okay, Arty" Holly turned the video communicator off and reached for her coat. She wanted to walk over to Foaly. Holly hated having to send e-mails to the centaur when she could just take a walk.