I was down in the bath when someone reached in and shook me. I shot up, putting my head above water, and heard someone squeak as I wiped the water away from my eyes.
"Harvest Mother!" shouted a woman's voice. "How long have your been down there? I thought you were drownt!"
I leaned back in the still-warm water. "I don't drown," I said. I opened my eyes again and found myself staring at a petite redhead with her hair cut short, wrapped in a towel and still gaping at me. "So I find it relaxing to sit under the water."
"So you're... you're not dead?" she asked.
I laid my head back against the edge of the bath and sighed. "No, I'm not dead." Then I gathered myself, because of course she had a point. "But I appreciate your concern. I'd appreciate it even more if you didn't mention this to anyone."
"So... you're a sea elf? Like the Captain?"
I weighed that for the barest moment, because it would have given me an easy out. "No," I told her after a moment. "I'm something else."
"But alive, right? Not some vampire we accidentally invited on board?"
I chuckled, and it wasn't a pleasant sound. "Yes, I'm still alive, so no, I'm not a vampire." I lifted a damp hand, held it out. "Valthor."
She hesitated for a moment, then clasped it. "Kiela," she told me. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to disturb your bath."
I shook my head. "Perfectly natural reaction," I told her. "No reason you would know."
She shrugged apologetically, then grasped at her towel as it started to slip. "Well, now I do," she said. "It won't happen again."
No comments:
Post a Comment
Feel free to leave comments; it lets me know that people are actually reading my blog. Interesting tangents and topic drift just add flavor. Linking to your own stuff is fine, as long as it's at least loosely relevant. Be civil, and have fun!