23 April 2006

I had the image in my head for about a month or so before I sketched it. Now, here is the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own No Rest for the Wicked ( w w w . f o r t h e w i c k e d . n e t ). This comic soley belongs to Andrea L. Peterson.


"It Not What It Looks Like!"


"It's up here," November insisted. "I had it and then it must have rolled away."

Perrault sighed. "Your Highness, please excuse me if I find it impossible to find a ring in a hayloft where the hay can be shifted any moment, thus having your ring disappear -so to speak."

November pouted and slouched in defeat.

"I suppose so..." she admitted reluctantly. She turned around, trying to find the top of the ladder. She rubbed her sore eyes -when would she ever get to sleep? She took another step and found her foot going through air. She let out a gasp, and then a shriek.

Perrault turned around but was too late to grab her for she had caught hold of the collar of his shirt. She hadn't stopped shrieking until they reached the bottom. The bottom, this time, happened to be wagon full of hay.

November lifted her head and shook her hair, spitting out a piece of hay that had somehow found its way into her mouth. "Ugh."

She looked up and her eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. November couldn't help but notice that Perrault was above her in a rather compromising position.

"M-Master Perrault?" she stammered, blushing fiercely. "C-could you be s-so kind as to get off of me?"

-?-?-?-?-

Red walked down the worn path, back to barn where November said she would be searching for her ring. She clutched her basket beneath her cloak, and stopped. Someone was shrieking... Oh, dear God, it was November. She quickened her pace and pulled open the barn door and saw two pairs of eyes snapping up to look at her.

Red wasn't sure how to react. Perrault was straddling November... and November was pulling on his shirt. An uneasy silence fell between them.

"I-It's not what it looks like!" November blurted, flushing a dangerously deep red.

Red looked at Perrault, who was just staying where he was, jaw slack and eyes wide in fear. He was right to be fearful. Red took out her axe and advanced on Perrault.


An extremely short story. I honestly feel embarrassed. If this caused any sort of amusement, then please say so -knowing that I made someone so much as giggle will make my day.