"I was warned... On the day that Angel was received as a visitor to my abode, I was warned about what was going on here... and the sad part is that I honestly didn't want to believe any of what I was told." TrobrencusVile said while giving his head a sad shake.
"All of what you've been told is what we were told—Gaajah, Baruk, and Kaasa came upon Bile, who was trying to put the puppy that you gave to Angel under the water. That was what caused their fight." Cyla reiterated what she had said earlier.
"That's a damn lie!" Bile exploded. His chair made a sound as he shot up from it; his mother was fast in both pulling the chair back to where it was suppose to be and in placing her hand on his arm. He was swiftly pulled back to his chair after it was back to being where it was suppose to be. "Me, my brothers, and Eshal were playing with the puppy—none of us were trying to hurt her, or were thinking about hurting her."
"After Bile over-threw the ball, and she didn't come back after going off to retrieve it, we went to see where she was and what she was doing." Hazaar said.
"It was Baruk who had the puppy, and who was trying to put her in the wa—" Lazeer started to say.
"No! No, that's not what happened!" Kaasa cried. After saying what she did, she heaved in a breath then shot up from her chair; she ran right over to her father then she buried her face into his black tunic top. The sound of her sobbing was heard a second to two seconds later. "L-lies! All lies, daddy!"
"Eshal ran to get her father when she saw that Bile was—"
"What my brothers said is true." Eshal said, effectively cutting Gaajah off. "I ran to get daddy after seeing that Baruk was about to put the puppy in the water—it did look like he was about to drown her. Before coming upon Baruk, Gaajah, and Kaasa, we were doing nothing more than playing with her."
The idea of his doing as Trobrencus had in giving his head a sad shake came to his mind effortlessly; with the way things were going, he was almost willing to do that and issue out a sigh. He didn't know if he should be irked, or saddened, or just plain annoyed over yet another meal heading in the way that the mass majority that had been made and then placed on the table over the last two-plus weeks had—lunch, on that January 2 afternoon, was a little late in being served; most everyone who had taken to sit at the table had made a plate and then simply poked at its contents or stared at it after the subject on what happened between Bile and his brothers, and Baruk, Gaajah, and Kaasa, was brought up.
Despite what happened earlier, his wife had still gotten the help that had been promised to her; his mother, Qeeta, and, quite surprisingly, Bahne had all come down at around noon to help in getting everything made and then cooked. Once the food was ready, and was on a tray, or in a dish, one of them had given the signal that he, Trobrencus, and Efagti had been "briefed" on. Stepper, who had been asked to look after Defe, who had come down with a sudden nose bleed and fever, hadn't been able to help the women in making the meal or in taking everything to the table—no one was putting the blame on him or on the women for the meal being so late in being served to the house's inhabitants.
The emotion of being annoyed was purely caused by the fact of what happened earlier that day being brought up at meal-time while the emotion of being saddened was caused by the children being, once again, dissuaded from eating what they had on their plates. He was irked over the fact of the effort to make the food, and the money that was spent to get the food with, was being wasted—he, once again, found himself as wondering if all of the table's adult members had made the decision to go from being an adult to a child; in his mind, food was meant to be cooked and then eaten, and people were suppose to shut up during the process in taking all that been placed on the table down.
"Been nearly four hours since what happened by the pier happened." he thought while trying to gain the want in downing what was on his plate.
The kids, after being inspected by either a calm adult or by one that was madder than you-know-what, had been collected and then marched to the house almost immediately after their fight came to a close. After getting inside, a super long line had formed in the hallway that the house's medical chamber was on; with the exception of the kids, who had either been too injured, or fatigued, or embarrassed to throw a squawk, just about everyone who had been in that line had been fussing and fighting, and pointing fingers, and throwing accusations. Though it had taken a short while before they reached the room that they needed to go to, all of his sons' injuries had been tended.
Bile was wearing a wrap of bandaging around his chest—the medical table had only been able to heal half of that area's present gash, which had been seven-inches long. The four and a half inch long gash, that was on his adopted son's groin, hadn't been able to be healed in any degree; it had been treated medically, then given a few stitches, before having a layer of bandaging placed over it. The two, deep gashes, that were on Lhaklar's chest, and the near-nine inch long gash, that was on his back, hadn't been able to be healed either—like Bile, he was wearing a wrap of bandaging around his top half. The table, after halfway healing the nasty, second degree burn, that was on Lhaklar's inner right thigh, had slapped a type of lotion to the injury before placing a moist bandage around it. Lhaklar's broken finger had been the only one of his injuries to be fully healed.
He had seen the likes of the injuries that his two, older sons had on them several times in his life; he had hoped to never see his sons have or receive something like them and, sadly, it looked like that hope was all for nothing. He and his wife were keeping a good eye on the two—by the Gods' wills, no infections shall set in on them on their watch!
Hazaar, along with being knocked out cold, had been found as having a three-inch long gash to his forehead; his wrist had sported a rather nasty cut on it and his ankle had also been very badly sprained. The medical table had healed everything but the facial gash, which had refused to close up or go away. Lazeer, while also being knocked out cold, had sustained some pretty gruesome injuries on himself too. One of the worst burns that he had ever seen had been present on his left arm and shoulder—the table had managed to heal it so it was a first degree burn instead of a third—, and a portion of his hair had been burned off—while the table hadn't been able to heal that his wife had been able to do something to make it reappear on their son's head. Lazeer, despite still being a little on the too quiet side, was fine now, thank the Gods.
"Not sure if I should be embarrassed or infuriated over Trobrencus and his family not being allowed to do the full unpacking thing before finding themselves as being bit by the curiosity bug." he thought while trying to take the grilled beef on rye bread sandwich up from his plate.
Most of the TrobrencusVile Bloym Surfeit family had been told by the head of their family to stay on the level that they were on; Trobrencus, after giving out that order, had come downstairs to see what all the ruckus was about. He had no more seen all the fighting, and the injured boys, before stopping and then giving his head a fierce shake. While trying to get everyone to calm down, and shut up for five minutes, he hadn't been able to do much of anything—everyone had just been too enthused in either clawing or chewing at another's throat.
Before taking a rather confused Hazaar, who hadn't known where he was or who he was at the time, into the house, Kaasa had been seen as trying to pull the sneak-routine in blending in with everyone—she kept claiming that she had been by one of the backyard's many trees at the time of Baruk and Gaajah's fight with his sons.
Angel, before the fight started, had gone out with the kids; she claimed that they had been about to play a game of fetch with the puppy, who's whereabouts, at the moment, were unknown.
"Why'd you give her one of your puppies anyways?" ShaamVile asked his uncle.
"After hearing what was going on here, figured it was the appropriate thing to do—she, and her sons, are under a lot of stress and I saw the puppy as being given to her as something to drop that stress." TrobrencusVile replied.
"While the intention was good you did wrong in doing that." Cyla said. "Angel has no experience in owning dogs, and neither do her sons and Eshal. None of them can be trusted with having a d—"
"Silence!" TazirVile shouted. Cyla's action in whirling at him was so fast that her red, wavy hair flew from one shoulder to the next. "I can vouch for my wife and children on how they were going by that puppy. That puppy was being cared for well, and she was under no threat."
"And yet here we are, discussing what happened when my son, and two of my grandchildren, came upon Bile trying to hurt her." Cyla's eyes had a sad look to them while her face was quite normal in appearance.
"Do I need to show everyone a memory of what happened?" Lhaklar asked. "My memory of what happened is the same as my brother's—Bile wouldn't of harmed a hair on that puppy's body."
"Your memories are tampered so there's no reason—"
"Fuck you man, my memories have never been tampered with!" Lhaklar yelled at his grandfather, who responded by giving him one of the meanest, and angriest, glares that he had ever seen.
Qeeta looked at Kaasa, who's head was still burried in her father's tunic top, and who was still "bawling" her eyes out. She had heard her mother and stepfather's children doing the fake crying thing several times; she knew what a fake cry was and she also knew that Kaasa was doing a very good job on trying to make her ruse seem legit when it really wasn't. Why Kuruk was doing nothing but patting the girl, telling her that it was alright, was beyond her—with the man having had eight children, he should know when a cry was fake. Went double for Irka, who seemed to also be believing Kaasa's put-on act.
She didn't think that Bile, or his brothers, or Eshal had done anything wrong with the puppy, or had been intending to hurt her—while she was a little nervous about their having the animal she had a feeling that they were doing well. At the time of her noticing them as being in the backyard, she had been inside, getting ready to ascend one of the house's many staircases with a basket of clothes—a ball had been in their possession, and the puppy had been nearby, but they hadn't looked to be trying to hurt her; she had watched as they threw the ball, and then waited for the puppy to return, before going on to ascend the staircase that she had stopped before.
Baruk, Kaasa, and Gaajah had left the house some minutes before Bile and his brothers, and Eshal, had; if she recalled correctly, they had gone towards the beach right after leaving the house. With her knowing this, and with her thinking that they could well of been going towards the beach to wait it out until either one of the other children, or the puppy, came by so they could start some sort of trouble, she believed what Bile and his brothers, and Eshall, were saying.
She had seen all four of Angel's sons interacting with their mother's Sekhems, and she had also seen them feed and give them water too so she didn't think they were completely oblivious in knowing how to care for or handle themselves around domestic pets.
Qeeta was about to say something on Kaasa's act of putting on a front by fake crying when, suddenly, Bahne moved in her chair then spoke about it.
"Kuruk, Irka, I'm surprised that you haven't told your daughter to can the crying." she said in her normal, near whisper-like voice. KurukVile, regardless of her voice being so faint and whisper-like, turned then looked at her. "I can detect that falsity even from where I sit."
"Kaasa is upset for a reason—after seeing what she did, she can cry all she wants to." KurukVile replied.
"It's untrue crying—a pull-on, Kuruk. Stage crying, in other words." Bahne said.
"Seems real to me." KurukVile replied.
"You give me a good surprise, Bahne. You let your husband be so free in handing off puppies that're bred on your property to people that—"
"I stand by my husband's side on his giving Angel that puppy, Cyla." Bahne said. Despite her voice-type being what it was, they were all able to hear that she was both angry and offended by Cyla's words. "I'm not going to tell him to not do something that he thinks is beneficial to the family. He told me all of what Angel told him—I stand by his decision in giving her that puppy."
"He told y... What all did this girl tell you?" DuruVile demanded to know. He flashed his anger-filled eyes at Angel for only a second before training them down the table. At Trobrencus and his wife.
The woman was a rather beautiful one, which seemed strange considering the fact that she was married to a man who looked so much like a Zombie, and who had such a foul odor to himself to boot. The hair, that was on her head, was a creamy-blonde color; along with being half-curled, it flowed down to the middle of her back. Her skin was both very feminine and darkly tanned. The eyes, that were in her heart-shaped face, were a solid blue color and were very bright; the small, trim nose, and the trim chin, looked to fit her face well while her large, full lips didn't. Along with having a height of five foot, five inches, she had a petite, hourglass-shaped body build—her breasts, which were large, and her round hips were evidence enough to show that she had given birth to more than four children.
She was wearing a very purple outfit; the blouse was ruched, and was made of silk, while the skirt had a slit going down its right side. The purple, low-heeled shoes, that she had been wearing earlier, were still on her feet. The necklace, that was hanging down from around her neck, had purple gems on it that were shaped almost like Peacock feathers. If they had to make any guesses, the 18kt ring, that had a yellow-gold band on it that was holding a large, rose-shaped purple diamond in its center, was what she had been given on her wedding day.
While speaking to Cyla, and then to Irka, she tapped her long, purple-colored fingernails on the table. Like with her nails, she had purple lipstick and eye-shadow on her face—the woman, it seemed, had gone very out of her way to wear the color purple that day.
"You have absolutely no right in running your mouth on what goes on in this house!" Irka said after hearing all of what her granddaughter had told Trobrencus. She shook her head; her lips were pursed angrily. "No right at all, Angel."
"I live here, if you haven't noticed. I have all right when it comes to my home and to my and my children's well-beings." Angel replied.
"I take it that you go around, blabbing all that you see or hear about in other people's residences, as well, Angel?" KurukVile asked his granddaughter. "That was very disrespectful."
"We've been trying to help you and all you've been doing is shunning us. All that we've been telling and trying to get you to do is benign, Angel. If you keep letting the boys do as they are, they're going to walk all over you; if you keep letting them have your breast milk, they'll continue to be dependent on you; if you continue to let them read and look at the filth that they have in their rooms, they're going to turn into filth. You need to stop letting all of that hap—"
"Now you just wait a darn tootin' second here." TrobrencusVile said. Irka was fast in looking at him. "From what I've heard, she and they haven't been doing any disrespectful actions in this house. However, with what I've witnessed in the hours that me and mine have been here, you, and Duru and Cyla, are being what you're trying to pin on her." he let his words set-in on the people that he had just referenced before going on. "Irka, let me ask you something. When you have guests coming over, or staying for a specific amount of time, do you let them encroach on what you're doing in your life or with the mothering of your kids?"
"Hell no!" Irka exclaimed. "Not only would no one have the guts to do that but I'm an established and very experienced mother. Angel, on the other hand, is not. She—"
"Seems pretty experienced to me." Bahne said. "Four sons and an adopted daughter—she practically raised her sons on her own."
"And she did it wrong. Look at them!" Cyla screamed. She stood up then started pointing at Angel's sons. "They wear clothing that's ripped or torn up; when they were brought home, they were smoking; they read bad magazines, and build childish models; they still nurse from their mother, and they follow her around like a shad—"
"Putting myself in their perspective, I'd shadow my mother around if any of this shit was going on in the home that I was either being raised in, was raised in, or was brought back to after being gone from it for a period of time." TrivitVile said.
The one who had just spoken looked like a perfect combination of his parents; his face was heart-shaped, like his mother's, but it had a lot of his father's features in it. The puke-yellow trails, or markings, that were under his eyes; the red, flake-like patches of skin that were on both of his cheeks, on his neck, and on both of his arms; and his eyes had all come from his father. His hair, which was long, and creamy-colored, had, without a doubt, come from his mother. Like his father, he had a bi-colored head and, they presumed, body—his left side was red while his other side was purple. His body, while lean, was strong in appearance; he stood six foot, two inches tall.
This man, who Lazeer had placed a spell on just before the fighting in the Green River, Wyoming Food Lion parking lot concluded, was wearing a dark green work shirt and formal pants; the shoes, that were on his feet, were black.
From what they had been able to note of the guy, he seemed to be both shy and a little loose around the ones who were the opposite gender—they had caught him "flirting", or trying to flirt with the hired help and with a few of the house's mature women too.
"Which of your sons is Hazaar, Angel?" TrobrencusVile asked.
"Third one down the table from me." Angel replied.
"Who among us was responsible for loping his hair off again?"
"Selik." Hazaar replied. "Sudir held me down so he could do it."
"My grandfather says that he doesn't like his hair. I was only doing what I thought he'd want." Sudir said in a pitiful, I'm-Innocent, fashion.
"You and your grandfather ever take into consideration that he is his own person and that he has a right in doing whatever he wishes with his hair?" TrobrencusVile asked the youngster. "Who at the table is your grandfather again?"
"That would be I and, yes, I do wish that Hazaar, or his father, would get rid of his hair." DuruVile said. He and Trobrencus locked eyes after this was said; the room was very quiet for all of two minutes before anyone spoke again.
"That so. Angel, may I ask to see your son for a second please." TrobrencusVile asked after tearing his gaze from the one who was, technically, his great-nephew.
At the time of the youngster's birth, he remembered that the house had been in a big upheaval—though honored to be allowed to witness Hazaar's birth, he and his had wondered what was going on with their family and why they were fussing and fighting among themselves when the occasion that they had been called to witness was suppose to be a happy and fight-less one.
Angel, even while being very heavily pregnant with the upcoming baby, had been glad to receive them and she had also tried her best to make their stay be a pleasant one; just about everyone who had come to witness the birth of her unborn baby had been trying to thwart her attempts in doing that, and had also been trying to tell Eshal, Bile, and Lhaklar that they couldn't be in the room when their new sibling was born and that they couldn't see their new sibling until after all of the adults had a chance to do so. Duru and Cyla had been the loudest of that party while Kuruk and Irka had been the next loudest; Shaam had been mostly neutral and quiet while Dara Dara and Triskull had either been too quiet or too distancy for his liking. Vile... well, he had just been very confrontational and very against his daughter having his uncle's baby; Rita and Rito had either been imitating their father or had agreed with him while Lord Zedd had been mostly neutral on the subject.
Back then, the reason for their being in the house had been to see a new Surfeit be born; the current reason to why they were in the house was to see and get to know Angel's sons and to get reacquainted with Angel. Before giving the order for his family to get their shit together, and then teleport to Moas, he had warned them about what they might see after being admitted to Tazir's place—that warning was being more than validated; the house, that Angel and her sons had recently been relocated to, was a madhouse.
The child that he asked to see had to be prompted from his chair and then to move down the table; seeing as he was so nervous, he rounded his side of the table then met him half-way. He understood the child's nervousness—he, TrobrencusVile Bloym Surfeit, was an unknown to him; he didn't know if he was intending to hurt him, or call him out on what he was wearing or doing, or join the others in being immature. After he and the boy stopped coming towards one another, he took him gently by his shoulder then turned him—he peered at the hair that he had on the nape of the back of his head for around two to three minutes before giving him his signal to return to his side of the table.
He and the boy went back to their respective chairs; Hazaar, like he, did nothing but sit then stare at his food. It took him a decent stretch of time before clearing his throat then addressing the one who seemed to have it out for both the boy and his hair.
"What's the issue you have with his hair, Duru?" TrobrencusVile finally asked. When no answer came, he turned his head then looked at his nephew's son. "I'm trying to figure out why you have something against Hazaar's hair and am coming very short of an answer—from what I was able to see, his hair looks clean, and well-tended, and healthy."
"With his having no other hair on his head, that simple tail looks ridiculous." DuruVile answered after a long, awkward silence fell over the table. Another silent spell fell over the table before TrobrencusVile was noticed as getting up and then coming towards him. DuruVile, who felt himself threatened, stood after seeing this; when he and the man were before one another, he glared at him.
"Shaam, you teach this boy of yours to stand up against his elders?" TrobrencusVile said after receiving his great-nephew's glare.
"No. Taught him to respect his elders—seems that with age, and with my being in Limbo, he got to thinking that he can up and be disrespectful of anyone who's both older and younger than he." ShaamVile answered.
"Should reteach him his manner lessons, Nephew." TrobrencusVile said. After saying this, he addressed his nephew's son. "I see nor have any issues with Hazaar's hair and I take offense in your words about his hair. If you haven't noticed, Duru, I have my hair set in a similar fashion to his."
"Your hair and his is different. You have a full head of hair while he doesn't—he just has that silly tail sticking out from the nape of the back of his head." DuruVile answered.
"Judging by the look that's present in your eyes, I think there's something else going on for you to not like how his hair's set." TrobrencusVile said. "Both my son and I have long hair—I have a long strand in the back, that's braided to boot, and Trivit keeps his plain long—, or have you not noticed that?"
"I've noticed." DuruVile replied.
"Regardless of the gender, having hair of any length for a being that is born with it is totally up to the person who has that hair." TrobrencusVile said. After saying this, he turned then went back to his chair. After sitting, he was quiet for around thirty seconds before deciding to discuss another subject. One, of which, he thought was more important than his great-nephew's dislike of one in the male gender having long hair. "I suppose that no one's going to fess up to what happened to the pup that I gave to Angel?"
According to the Canine Breeder's Association, the one who bred a dog, then gave the puppies away, had right in knowing where them puppies were and what was going on with them—either conversation via a phone or by letter had to be done for the week following them puppies being given away; the week following, the breeder of them puppies was no longer allowed to interfere with what went on or happened to the animals that he bred and then gave away. With it being only four days since the puppy had been taken from the kennel and then plopped in Angel's arms, Trobrencus had all right in asking about where the puppy was or what happened to it.
TazirVile, after the question on the puppy was asked, sat back in his chair; a quieter than quiet silence fell over the room... it stayed in the room for the longest of time before the sound of someone clearing her throat was heard.
Eshal, Bile, Lhaklar, Hazaar, and Lazeer looked to be waiting for an answer on what happened to the animal that they had been treating well for the last four days; his wife looked to be half-patiently waiting for an answer; while everyone else was just doing the blank staring thing at their plates.
The question looked to be about to be asked again when the one who had cleared her throat pushed herself away from her father; Kuruk and Irka bore looks of deep surprise when their daughter spoke on what happened with the animal.
"I-I chased her." Kaasa admitted. "She was very fast, and I wasn't able to catch her... she disappeared behind some hedges."
"Which ones? Where were they and what were they before?" Angel asked.
"In the side-portion of the yard—there were a lot of them, and they were around a bunch of trees." Kaasa replied.
"Not them." TazirVile groaned before placing his hand over his eyes. Some three thousand years ago, a side-portion of the yard that was beside the house had been prepared for a fruit tree orchard; his gardeners, after planting a whole slew of apple, pear, orange, and peach trees, had placed a bunch of hedges around them—the claim, back then, had been that the hedges would keep the animals that'd want to eat the trees' fruit out. While the hedges had done wonders in keeping the fruit-eating animals out they had attracted a lot of snakes—no one could go into the orchard without wearing boots or gloves thanks to the area being so snake-filled.
While the record was high for his staff having to go to the hospital after getting bit by one of the snakes that moved about the grounds of the orchard he had only been bit once. One fine afternoon, he had taken Angel to the orchard for a spot of romance—after reaching up to take an apple from one of the trees, he had been bit. He, and the snake responsible for biting him, had taken a ride to the nearby hospital five to ten minutes later. Angel, after that event occurred, hadn't been allowed to go within a foot of the orchard; this went double for their sons, which, at the time of his one bite being received, had numbered two.
If his niece was telling the truth, and that puppy had, indeed, gone into the orchard, she was a goner.
"Thank you, Kaasa." Angel said. She said nothing more for a few seconds before saying, "Well, if she's in there then I guess I should go and get her."
TazirVile reacted to this by slapping his hand on the table; everyone who was in the room jumped afterwards. His wife, and some of the other women at the table, turned to look at him after jumping.
"Tazzy, what—"
"I and my brother will go into the orchard to find the puppy," TazirVile said. He gave his wife a hard stare before dropping his gaze. "There's no way in hell that I'm letting you go behind them hedges, or into that orchard."
"Taz, I'll be fine." Angel said. "I'll wear your boots and—"
"The hell you will!" TazirVile exclaimed. "You remember that bite I got after putting my hand up in one of them trees? Snakes are running all over that orchard, Angel!"
"Slithering," Bile said in mild correction. TazirVile responded by looking past his wife; he gave his adopted son a long look. "Snakes slither—they don't have legs to run on."
"And let's be glad for that," Lazeer said before bringing up a moment that happened in his and his brothers' pasts. "Bile, you remember the time when you came home with that nice, long, green snake in your pocket?"
"Ma asked what I was hiding; when I started, and then continued to stutter and stammer, she reached into one of my pants pockets. Thought my ears were going to explode, or start bleeding, after she started screaming when she had the thing in her hand." the event was no more spoken of before he and his brothers started laughing.
"You are now required to empty your pockets before entering this abode." TazirVile said to Bile. What he said prompted his sons to laugh again.
"Back to the puppy—Tazir, I'll be fine. No snakes will bother me." Angel said.
"Angel—"
"Whether you like it or not, I'm going to find that puppy." Angel said, effectively silencing the man. After saying this, she turned to speak to Trobrencus. "Trob, if I find and then return home with her, what do you wish for me to do with her? Bring her to you or—"
"Keep her." TrobrencusVile was fast in saying. "She belongs to you and your kids now."
"Of the puppies that were born during our absence, which of them did you give to her? Who's litter?" Bahne asked her husband.
"One from Jhopa's litter—Iruhlezer is the suspected sire." TrobrencusVile replied.
"We were talking the other day about P'poa's one pup—have you decided on what you're planning on doing with her yet?" Bahne asked.
"Since P'poa belonged to Celobra, I can't make that decision." TrobrencusVile replied. Before his wife could respond to what he had just said, he turned then looked at her. "Before you start on how I made the decision to give one of Bohir's dog's puppies away, and on how I've decided to leave the decision on whether we keep or don't keep the lone-surviving pup by P'poa to Celobra, let me remind you that Bohir's not old enough to make decisions on what dogs we keep or don't keep and that, at present, we have more than enough dogs walking the space that we live in."
"What breed was Jhopa again?" ShaamVile asked his uncle.
"Speckled Picardy, as we call them." TrobrencusVile replied. "The suspected sire of her litter is a Moozed Fousk."
"You gave away a puppy, that came from two fine breeds, for free?" ShaamVile seemed rather shocked. "You bought Celobra and Bohir them two dogs last year, how much did you spend on them?"
"Two grand, each." TrobrencusVile replied.
"You gave Angel a puppy worth two grand for free!" Cyla exclaimed.
"Are we going into another of them fuss-for-all's, Cyla?" TrobrencusVile asked. "Yes, I did and I'm glad that I did. Any other questions now?"
"For crying out loud!" CelobraVile, who had been very quiet up to now, shot. "Do you people know what you sound like? You make it sound like my father's act of giving Angel, who's a member of his family, a puppy born on his property is a crime. Tazir, are you sure that you returned Angel, and her kids, to the right family?"
Bile, try as he might, was just unable to not stare at the one who had just spoken. In his mind, she was more than a little gorgeous—long, curly hair, that was a creamy-blonde color; a pretty, heart-shaped face that housed a pair of thin lips and a pair of very beautiful, bright blue eyes; and standing at around five foot, four inches... he couldn't help but think that she was finer than fine.
Like her mother, she seemed to be fully color-coordinated in her outfit and makeup; her lips wore a shade of light pink lipstick on them, and her eyelids had a small bit of light pink eye-shadow on them, and there was splash of medium-pink blush on her cheeks. Her blouse was a light pink color; along with having very short sleeves on it, it had a dark pink band around its waist. The rest of her outfit, which consisted of a dark pink pair of pants, and plain pink slip-on shoes, matched with her blouse well. The light pink Swarovski crystal, that hung from around her neck, also went well with her outfit and makeup; while he wasn't sure, he thought that the pink diamond ring, that was on the ring finger of her left hand, was her wedding ring.
After looking at this very beautiful creature, he looked down and then away from her; when he saw that Lhaklar was giving her a more than obvious stare, he jabbed him in the elbow.
"Seems that the boys are showing their interest in the opposite gender. Tell me, Angel, are they straight or—" CelobraVile started to ask.
"They're all very straight." Angel was fast in replying. "Along with doing the occasional flirt with one of the opposite gender, they're very keen on getting and then looking at the photographs that are put in the magazines that are made for the ones in the male gender who have an interest in women."
"Grow up fast don't they?" CelobraVile's smile was friendly, yes, but, to them, a bit too white and bright. "Seems like yesterday that my father found Syamsin in his own personal collection."
"We've been trying to get Angel to either limit their time in looking at their magazines or to take them away—Bile and Hazaar practically have a library of that junk in their chambers." Irka said.
"So does m'granddaddy." SyamsinVile, who, for the most part, had been very quiet since his arrival, said.
"Nothing wrong with them looking at or having that sort of stuff—at their age, it's best for them to look at it in a magazine than to go out and experience it." TrobrencusVile said.
"Thank you, Trob." Angel said. "I have no problem with my sons reading their magazines, or in owning their magazines. Like he said, it's better that they read or look at it in a magazine than to see it in person."
"Cyla's comment on model building being childish offended me—from what I heard down the grapevine, some of your sons build models." Pagnyar Palus, who, like CelobraVile, had been very quiet for most of that day's lunch hour, said. "Which of them is the one that does so?"
Lhaklar knew well the three who had been quiet either all during their arrival or during lunch; Celobra's full name was CelobraVile Rooojaha Surfeit—she, who went by plain Celobra, or Celie, by her family and the ones that knew her, was the mother of SyamsinVile Palus and the wife of Pagnyar Palus. Unlike her parents, who had given birth to numerous children, she only had one child to her name.
Pagnyar Palus and SyamsinVile, the latter who went by plain Syamsin by both family and the ones that knew him, looked a good deal like one another; it was quite evident that they were father and son. After seeing the two for, really, the first time in years, he had been reminded of the creature that was portrayed in The Addams Family—Cousin Itt.
The body that Mr. Palus possessed was covered in long, dark brown hair that was mildly curly; the hair, that was on his head, was trimmed around his eyes while the rest looked rather unruly. The eyes, that stared out from his face, were a dark blue color; the pupils, that were in them, were star-like in shape and were a bright orange color. He was wearing a black tuxedo and shoes—how he managed to tame his hair, so it'd fit in his outfit, and not make any sort of weird budges from underneath it, was beyond him.
The only real, physical difference between Mr. Palus and his son, who was two thousand years old, was the color and texture of their hair. Syamsin's hair, while also being long, and while also covering his body, was dirty blond in color and straight; like his father, the hair, that was around his eyes, was trimmed. The kid had very light blue eyes that boasted small, orange-colored pupils in their centers. He was wearing a simple pair of blue pants and a white shirt that had long sleeves and a button-down front on it; the keds, that were on his feet, were brown.
"They all do." Angel replied. "They have different areas of interest, though."
"What're their interests?" Pagnyar asked.
"Boats and planes." Lazeer was prodded in saying. "And dinosaurs."
"Trains and spaceships." Hazaar said.
"Cars." Lhaklar answered.
"Not all that into building models—unless it's something good to look at and keep, I don't buy or do them." Bile replied.
"Like?" Pagnyar prodded Bile for more details on what he liked to build.
"Anything that's cool or—ahem—sexy."
"My husband has a rich interest in the hobby." CelobraVile said. "Think he, and your sons, will hit it off well, Angel."
"How long has it been since they stopped smoking?" Qepax Veonim asked.
"Since our return here." Angel replied. "Haven't had so much as a puff since."
"That's good—smoking is best left to us adults." Qepax said. "Might not be very healthy for us, but our lungs can handle it a lot better than someone who's in their mid-teens."
For Hazaar, Qepax Veonim reminded him very much of the insect-man that had been portrayed in the 1997 movie, Men In Black—it had taken a lot of effort for him to not voice this, or stare at him after seeing and then being introduced to him.
Mr. Veonim, the husband of BenociVile Bajinia Surfeit, and the father of TralisaVile Veonim, looked like a big, ugly roach; his back was brown while his front-side was a yellowish color. The feelers and antennae, that were on his head, were tied together with a piece of rawhide. Curiously, he had multi-brown hair on his head—it was cropped short, and was very well maintained regardless of its seemingly greasy appearance. The man's face had a stubby nose and large, yellow eyes in it; the pupils, that were in the man's eyes, were almond-shaped and black in color. The arms, that came out from the man's roach-like body, were long and thin; they had two fingers on their ends.
Due to the man's motion in opening his mouth, to comment on their "dropping" their habit of smoking, and to comment on how an adult was able to handle it better than one who was a teenager, he had been able to see that he had just six teeth—they were yellow, and were quite sharp in form.
Qepax Veonim, who was rather chunky in appearance, and who stood around six feet tall, was wearing a brown checkered tuxedo; the shoes, that were on his feet, were a normal brown color.
"Tazzy, is there another room—dining room, or kitchen that has a table and chairs in it—that the children can eat in?" TrobrencusVile, who had noticed that most of the youngsters present at the table weren't eating, asked.
"With the exception of the smaller kitchen, which can fit between six and ten at a time—if the ones that are in it prefer to eat elbow-to-elbow, that is—, this is the only place where one can eat a meal." TazirVile replied.
"That's a shame—the younger members at the table are still growing, and they do need to eat." TrobrencusVile sighed. "Eating generates growth, and it gives them the energy that they need to move on. All this fighting just takes away appetite. May I ask how many times fights have sparked up during mealtime?"
"Four," Ashaklar answered. "And most happen during breakfast."
"Pardon me Miss, but who are you again?"
"Ashaklar Ubalki, Tazir's mother."
"A woman who shouldn't be here." Cyla said smugly.
"Pardon me but I think my boys and I will be excusing ourselves." Angel said. After standing from her chair, then making the motion for her sons to do the same, and then to follow her, she started towards the northern doorway that was in the room. "Have a puppy to retrieve, and four boys to see to their rooms."
"I'd really prefer for you not go looking for that puppy, Angel." TazirVile said. "Let me and one of the men go—you stay here, where it's safe."
"I'm going, Tazir." Angel said. She gave him a stare that said that he was to say no more on the subject. "To give you a bit of relief, I'll have Homsi or Eldass or Kalach come with me."
"Who and who and who?" TrobrencusVile asked.
"Members of my staff." TazirVile said before giving out a long, winding sigh. After sighing, he sat back in his chair; he was a very much beaten man on the issue of who was to go find and then retrieve the puppy. "Alright, Angel. Just come back to me and the boys, and Eshal, in one piece please."
"Oh no, I was planning on coming back in two or three pieces—which will all have their own, personal fang marks." Angel replied teasingly.
The claim of her seeing her sons to their rooms was never, fully done—instead of taking them to the level that their rooms were on, then watching them as they went into them, she led them to the foyer then watched as they went up one of its staircases. Before they had the chance to go up the staircase that they picked to ascend, she told them that there were a few things in their rooms that they weren't expecting—the day following her encounter with a very livid Trobrencus, she had "escaped" the mansion to go to Earth, where a few things had been searched out and then either bought or spell-sent to the closet that was in her and her husband's chamber.
Lhaklar was probably going to flip after seeing the two models that were sitting on his room's desk; the AMT 1925 Ford Model T "Chopped" Coupe had been a surprise find and then buy while the model of the 1938 Citroen CV 15 TA Burago had been "lifted" and then spell-sent to the mansion—the second model, while having her son's name written all over it, hadn't looked worthy of the $50.95 that had been on it.
Lazeer would find a model of a Mandarin airlines Boeing 747 in his room while Hazaar would find a model of Spaceshipone—which was based on the experimental aircraft that had been sent into space in April of 2056, but that had met with disastrous results almost immediately after being launched—in his. Before leaving the store that she had gone into, she had also seen and then either bought or spell-sent a model of a 1900's Harbor Tug—for Lazeer—and Nurgle Hebrute Lord—for Hazaar—home.
Tazir was probably not going to be very talkative to her after seeing what Bile was to be making in the next few minutes to few hours—the model of of Fay Wray, that included the unpainted hand of Godzilla in its box, was rather risque but, like with Lhaklar's Burago model, it had had Bile's name written all over it. The same went with the model of a very busty Elvira, the Mistress of the Dark.
She hoped that the models would keep them busy for a few days and she also hoped that Lhaklar and Lazeer's present moods would be lifted by what was waiting for them in their rooms—she worried, and a good deal too, about them! She had noticed that they were being very clingy with her, and that Lazeer was acting fearful of leaving his room unless she or Bile was there to ensure that he was well during the process of crossing it; while the attempt in getting them to talk out their troubles had been done she had heard nothing of what was wrong with them.
Though she wanted to know what was wrong with the two of them, she figured that, when the time was right, they would speak of what was up and then get some advice for it. In the meantime, she'd just let them be as clingy as they wanted to with her.
After stopping before the foyer's twin staircases, then saying for her sons to go upstairs and then to their rooms, then seeing them as doing as she had told them to do, she went to find either Homsi, Kalach, or Eldass.
"Can't ask Losal to aid me in what I need to do—even though he's five feet tall, and pretty strong, he's not much for snakes." she thought while looking for one of the three men that were in her Circle.
Usually, after Mr. Khrelan came upon, and then killed a snake, he leaned against the surface of some nearby item then started hyperventilating—snakes freaked him out something awful!
Zshon, while being bigger in body, and taller than his father, didn't like snakes either—he, on average, kept himself as far as he could from the creatures and, furthermore, he was very against his being sent anywhere near the tree orchard or having to go into it.
Homsi Modulavich, Eldass Zultoa, and Kalach Speelin were the three best choices that she had—they looked to have no anxiety issues with snakes, they kept their heads on whenever they were in or around the tree orchard, and they did, on occasion, joke about the animals.
After walking down three hallways, and asking this Goblin and that Goblin if they knew where Homsi, Eldass, and Kalach were, and getting a no-answer on each asking, she decided to go to the closet where the rubber boots and gloves were stored. She was fast in donning her husband's rubbers, and in putting two pairs of gloves on, then she resumed her prior task in finding someone to help her in playing "escort" during her time in looking for the puppy.
Either it was coincidence or just plain luck but, almost immediately after she resumed her search for one of the three men that she wanted to speak to and then have with her during her time in being in the tree orchard, she came upon Kalach Speelin.
"Mr. Speelin," Angel said after approaching the man.
"My Mistress," Kalach bowed politely. After bowing, he took in her foot-ware. "Pardon me, Mistress, but you do look a bit swallowed up in them boots."
"Only wearing them because I have something to do in the tree orchard." Angel commented. "Are you going to be busy for the next ten to fifteen minutes? The puppy that I brought back a couple of days ago was chased to the orchard and I need to find and then bring her back."
"Nothing of high interest is on my agenda, Mistress." Kalach said while going past her then going towards the closet that she had gotten the boots and gloves from. She followed him, then watched as he put a pair of boots and gloves on. "Might we ask for another to help us? Slikix Mustafe, I do believe, just came in from that place—think my brother said something about him saying that the snakes are a bit too abundant in the area."
"That scares me, yeah sure." Angel said. Hearing that the area that she was planning on being in was "abundant" with snakes made her concern for the puppy grow.
Seeing as Homsi and Eldass couldn't be found, she asked Kalach if he knew of one who could aid them in what they were about to do; he responded by saying that a man by the name of Lusotobaar Hiperaun might be able to help them, and that he had no fear of snakes to boot. While going to find the guy, she learned that he was just ten years in on working for her husband and that he was rather burly. Almost immediately after being told that he was burly, and that he had a way of "disposing" snakes, they came upon him.
Mr. Hiperaun met well with Kalach's description—his five foot, one inch body was rather burly in build, and he did look more than capable of being able to handle himself around animals that slithered instead of walked or ran on legs. His skin was a near-purple color while his eyes were green; his platinum-blond hair was both stringy and combed to the side. He had a mild spotting of warts on his left cheek and jaw. His outfit, though very tuxedo-like, was an odd, brownish-gray color. Despite his polite demeanor, he did mention, and rather loudly too, that he wasn't loyal to her—they waited for him to don a pair of boots, and then some gloves, then they followed him out the door then towards the orchard. While on the way to the orchard, the two men stopped to take up a pair of shovels—for the snakes, she knew.
The noon air was warm, but cool at the same time; the breeze, that was present, was catching against her hair a bit too well. When they were within seeing distance of the orchard, they were able to hear the sound of a dog barking—although she knew where the orchard was, she let Lusotobaar lead the way to it.
"What does the puppy look like, ma'am?" Lusotobaar asked. With his not being loyal towards her, he'd not allow for himself to call or refer to her as being his Mistress; he called her Ma'am out of respect instead.
"Her coat is a mostly brown color; it has gray mingling in it in certain areas, and she has two dark brown, or gray, patches on her sides." Angel described the puppy. "Her muzzle, ears, belly, and the underside of her tail have feathering on them too."
"Are you sure that she went to the tree orchard, ma'am?"
"According to my husband's niece, she disappeared behind some hedges that went around a bunch of trees."
"I do hear a puppy barking," Kalach said. "Slikix, while claiming to not see a puppy, did say that he heard a lot of barking while being in the orchard."
"Then it's possible that she's not been harmed by any of the snakes. If she's barking, she's fine. If she's not... well, she's just not." Lusotobaar said absently. "Puppy have a name yet?"
"No. Before she was chased off, my children were talking about it; none of the names that they were speaking of were chosen for her." Angel replied.
The orchard, while looking pretty on the outside, was rather ominous on the inside; she had never really liked the orchard. While the fruit that came from it was good, and while it looked pretty to look at from a distance, it posed a good threat to the ones that both lived and worked on the property. She remembered a time where she had tried to talk Tazir into tearing it down and then getting another built in another part of the yard that wasn't accessible to the snakes—Tazir, instead of listening to her, and doing as she had suggested, had kept the orchard where it was.
The orchard was a large one; a row of apple trees grew behind the hedges while, behind them, were two to three rows of peach trees. The two to three rows, that were behind the peach trees, had pear and orange trees in them. The span of land, that was behind the pear and orange trees, was bare. The yellow path, that went between the rows of trees, was where most of the area's snakes were encountered—they liked to lie on the path then sunbathe themselves. The snakes that either lived or decided to go into the trees were the ones that caused her the most concern—around thirty percent of the bites experienced by her husband's employees had come from the snakes that had made the decision to live or climb into the trees.
After entering the area, then giving it a quick scouting, the first thing that they saw was a nice, big, fat orange snake. Lusotobaar reacted by going towards the animal, then raising his shovel, then bringing it down—slice; the snake was severed in the middle clearly. Kalach imitated his action after seeing a similar, but green-colored, snake a few seconds later.
"Hello?" Angel said after going by the two men, who were now clobbering snake after snake that they saw in near-rapid succession.
The puppy's barking seemed to have an echo in the orchard; she didn't know where she was thanks to the echo-like barks sounding to be coming from every direction at once. After calling for the puppy to come to her, then simply talking while going foward, she went quiet; she left the two men who had come to assist her in her chosen chore behind after doing so.
"Almost every damn snake that's know to live on the planet is here!" she thought while following her feet to wherever they were taking her.
After shivering, she lost track of her bearings; she walked right through two rows of trees, and was very nearly bit by a snake, who was hanging from the branch of one of the trees that she passed by.
The snakes, that were in their burrows, or that were slithering out and in the open, coiled, then acted like they were going to snap at her, before relaxing and then going by their ways. This happened for a matter of minutes before she stopped then started wondering if the animals were afraid of her, or if they were sending an unknown signal that said that she wasn't a threat to them to the ones that were either nearby or that were a distance from her.
The puppy's barking, which was now being laced with a good dose of whimpering, was able to be heard louder now; it seemed that with each step that she took it got louder and closer... She walked through a grove of pear trees; a black snake hissed at her, then opened its mouth, before slithering up the branch that it was sitting on.
Everywhere there were snakes; black and yellow, orange, orange and black, green, blue and black, and plain black and in all different sizes too. Some had round heads—these, she knew, weren't venomous—while others had triangular or square-shaped heads—these were the ones that were venomous, and that one should be wary of. The snake that was rather "famous" on the planet was called the Black Mobas—along with having three-inch fangs in its mouth, it was fifteen feet in length when fully grown and it was also a very black color. One bite from this snake would cause one to be needing a faster than fast trip to the hospital—the venom was very fast acting; it usually took just ten minutes before the one who was bitten was pushing out Daisy's.
Black Mobas were bad. The Green Racer, while having a relatively weak venom, was bad because it typically went for the throat. The NatiMoKing was one for giving more than one bite and the Blue-and-Black Ocian was known for being very long-lived after being swallowed by a fish—this species of snake was "famous" for biting the fingers that came in to claim the fish that was reeled in, and it was also known to "leap" at the one who was cultivating the fish after the fish was landed and then brought home to be made into either a meal or a trophy. The Blue-and-Black Ocian was known for having two sets of fangs in its mouth, and for giving twice the amount of venom that any one snake produced, and it was also known for its habit in grabbing its victim and not letting go—you'd be flinging the item that was bit and that fucker would just stay on. Curiously, while the snake wasn't as venomous as the Black Mobas, it preyed on and ate that type of snake.
After thinking up the various snakes that were known to be on Moas, and seeing almost all of them in the orchard, Angel ducked to avoid the low-hanging branch of an orange tree. The puppy had stopped barking; except for the light mist, that was blowing in from the north, it was very quiet and still now. This did more than scare her.
"Kalach?" Lusotobaar said after noting the sound of total silence.
With their having been preoccupied with the task of killing the snakes that crossed their paths, they had forgotten all about following the woman that they had taken to the area; with the area being as quiet, and as still, as it was, they found themselves as being both concerned for the woman and for the animal that she was looking for.
Twenty-four snakes had been killed; most were split down the middle while others had their heads chopped off or were cut in more than three ways. Curiously, the snakes had all disappeared—this, in itself, caused them to be even more worried for the woman who was their employer's wife and the puppy that she was there to find and then retrieve.
Kalach's throat was dry while Lusotobaar's was sticky; sweat was just pouring down Lusotobaar's back when the sound of his co-worker's voice was heard. Kalach called for their employer's wife—it came out as weak, and mellow, at first then it became very loud and nerve-filled. When no word was heard from the woman, Kalach stepped forward; he was just going by one of the trees that had a more than bountiful harvest of peaches on it when Lusotobaar lunged and then grabbed him by his arm.
"Sshhh," Lusotobaar said while holding his finger to his lips.
When the name of their employer's wife stopped echoing in the area, they heard something that about made their blood run cold; after hearing what sounded like a woman and a young male speaking to one another, they held their shovels in a weapon-like manner then stepped forward.
Their employer hadn't had to deal with all that many trespassers since becoming a resident on the planet and then getting his property and house fixed up to live in; some of the people that were noted as being on his land were just passerby folk—people who had taken a long country walk and then gotten lost, and then decided to duck into a place to both calm down, cool off, and figure out where they were—while there was one or two who had come with intentions in taking something from the property. A majority of the trespassers had been sent off with a warning to not ever come back on the land; the one person who had continued to come back had been arrested and then charged with trespassery with the intent of thievery.
They hoped that their employer's wife was okay and, furthermore, they hoped that the ones that they were hearing would heed their advice in willingly leaving the land that they were on.
"Sir, I really do apologize but I don't think we can help you further." the woman was saying. "We're an adoption agency, not the police."
"Surely you have some no-k-tes, or a phone call or something from her; this a-k-gency is where my paperwork was pushed through." a male being, who had a low, nasally-sounding voice that had a very youthful crack in it, said. "The paper, saying that I was no lon-k-ger a ward of my former parents, was signed by my real mutter nearly four months ago—i-k-t was sent here, for processing, then it was approved and then sent to me. I have the original papers on me that say that Angel Irene is—"
"Sir, what is your reason for coming here again?" the woman asked.
Angel blinked her eyes before giving her head a shake; she couldn't believe what she was seeing! Her subconscious had been tapped into only once; Dione had been the one to do it and she had been asleep to boot during that process. The feelings expressed by one after experiencing such an event were basic, and very well documented—numbness of the body, confusion, the inability to warm the body up, the feeling of being violated, and fear; she had experienced this when Dione tapped into her subconscious that one time and, personally, she hoped to never go through it again.
What she was experiencing wasn't being caused by one who had tapped into her sleeping, unconscious mind; she was awake, she had full mobility, and she was able to see everything of what was being played out to her clearly. If her unconscious mind had been tapped, she'd be in a trance-like state and she'd not be able to move or see what was going on around her very well.
She, after following the mist trail to the orchard's middle, had stopped after seeing a white light blink on and then off; the light had been so fast that she hadn't been able to detect where it was coming from or if she was really seeing it or not. The mist had become a fog after the light was seen, then she had screamed, then the fog had wrapped itself around her... the more she had run, the more it had wrapped itself around it. She had only stopped trying to get away from the fog when the two voices were heard, and when her surrounding environment started to change.
She was no longer in a fruit tree orchard; the room, that she was in, was very business-like. Red-flowered wallpaper was on the walls, and a pinkish-red colored rug was under her feet, and a light brown desk was sitting before two chairs that looked very appropriate for any type of business-like building. After seeing the woman—she had blonde hair, that was held in a bun, and blue eyes—and then the one who was sitting before her, she had taken a few steps forward to see what it was that was so shiny on the desk.
The computer was very retro, but looked to be doing the woman well; the stapler looked to have a roll of tape around it; the phone was one of them cordless types; and the wire-rack file organizer was very normal. After looking at the copper-plated nameplate, that was close to the desk's front edge, she had seen the name of Patricia Appold—Patricia Appold, the woman who was behind the desk, she presumed, was holding herself very well despite looking to be rather concerned and worried about her office companion.
"The one that I saw on the twentieth, and then again on the twenty-ninth of December..." she had thought after turning to look at the one who was seated before Patricia Appold's desk.
Due to his not wearing a shirt, she could see that he had a very strong upper body; his arms were nicely muscled while his chest, shoulders, and back were very impressively muscled. Again, she compared his six-pack to her son's—it was very well-formed, and it looked more than a little strong. As far as she could tell, he had a more slender build from the waist on down.
The remnants of his hoodie were, once again, masking the features of his dark face while the rest of him was able to be seen. The chain, that was wrapped around his neck, looked to connect with the one, or ones, that were around his chest and shoulders. The chain belt that he was wearing around his waist looked to connect to them two chains. His pants, which looked of the black-jean variety, were pretty well messed up while his heavy-duty combat boots had a lot of wear and tear on them.
His skin was as black as the midnight sky; due to his hands being cupped between his legs, she wasn't able to see what kind of nails he had, or even if he had any fingernails on himself. For some reason, she got the impression that the one in the chair wasn't a full-grown adult—she guessed that it was the way his voice cracked that gave her this idea but it could also be the rather unsure/uncomfortable/nervous way that he was holding himself in that was giving her this thought.
When she stretched her hand out to the darkly-skinned person, intending to get his attention, and then ask him who he was and why he was disturbing her, she found to her extreme shock that he wasn't fully there. Her hand, instead of being placed on his shoulder, went right through it.
"My former family were the Meyer's... I never ge-k-t mail, and was quite surprised when Lenora Meyer, my former mutter, threw me a pack-k-age that was from this agency." the dark being explained almost immediately after her hand went through his shoulder. "Tha-k-t package had a lot of paperwork in it... the firs-k-t page of it had my birth mutter's and Angel Irene's signatures on it saying that—"
"Were you in the care of this agency, sir?" Patricia asked.
"Since my birth, yes."
"Why are you hear?"
"Immediately af-k-ter getting what I did, I moved out from the Meyer home. I wen-k-t straight to my new home... to the address that my new mutter was said to live at. She had four sons—two older, and two younger than me. When I go-k-t there... when I got there they weren't there. The apar-k-tment had all the main furnishing i-k-tems in it but they weren't there. I—"
"How long has it been since you went and found them as not being in the residence?" Patricia asked. "What you've told me is very abnormal, sir. Normally, we have the family come to pick up their newly adopted children; we don't have the children that we have in our facility, or that we're formerly adopted out to someone, go to their new homes on their own."
"I've known the woman tha-k-t's listed on my new papers since I was three hundred and seventy-three years old." the dark person said. "She's been the only one that's shown me any—"
"How long has your new family been missing?" Patricia asked.
"Almos-k-t a month."
"If you wish for us to give you a new family we can do that. How old are you?"
"I don-k-t want a new family! I wan-k-t the one that I was going to be with... I want—"
She never got to heard the rest of what the man wanted; she was suddenly yanked back into reality—when whatever was done to her was done, and when she found herself as being back in the real world, she found herself as sitting almost squarely on a small hole that a group of snakes were all coiled up in.
After apologizing to the snakes, then getting up, then brushing the seat of her pants, she looked around. The puppy, she saw, was nearby; she went to her, then picked her up, then started the process of moving away from the area that the both of them had found themselves as being in. Miss. Puppy, though looking to be fine, had her tail between her legs—with no puncture marks, or any other injuries, being found, she deduced that she was just scared.
While walking down the path, to where she thought was the orchard's entrance, she thought about what she had just experienced. Why had Mr. Dark-Boy been speaking about her, and why had he been in an adoption agency while speaking about her? Who was he, and why was he stalking her? The guy that she had seen on a current three times, while looking demonic, seemed rather innocent and he sure had a teenage quality to him that was very hard to not miss.
After going around ten to fifteen steps, Angel stopped then shook her head; she was really confused. Except for knowing that she was confused, and half-so scared, she had no answers to who it was that she had just seen, or why she had just experienced what she had.
She had only just taken a step forward, to continue on her way to where the orchard's entrance was, when she both saw and came upon Kalach and Lusotobaar. After seeing the two men, she stopped then emitted a shaky sigh.
"Mistress, you okay?" Kalach asked after reaching to within arm's distance of her.
"Yes. Yes, I'm perfectly fine." Angel lied.
"Puppy alright?" Lusotobaar asked.
"Seems to be. Haven't found any snake bites on her... either I or Tazzy will have her seen by a vet just to be sure, though."
"Ma'am, if I may, did you see anyone while you were looking for the puppy?" Lusotobaar asked as he took to leading them from the orchard. "Mr. Speelin and I heard voices—talking, ma'am. A young-sounding male and a female."
Other than saying that she hadn't, she said nothing on what she had just experienced; why bother anyways, and why make a man who was loyal to her grow concerned for her and a man who wasn't loyal to her think that she was crazy?
She followed Lusotobaar from the orchard, then she took to leading both men to the house, then she thanked them for their service while watching as they removed their boots and gloves. Once their boots and gloves were removed from their bodies, she turned then went into the house. The puppy, after being taken inside, started wagging her tail and acting like she wanted to be put down; she worked her husband's size eleven boots from her feet, then his gloves from her hands, then went to see where he was.
The feeling that she had felt, after going into the house, was grand; she felt safe now, and she had a feeling that Miss. Puppy felt the same way.