Trust the Ferret, the Ferret is Wise

"So you're dead."

"Yes. Pretty sure. What year is it?"

I told him. "I have no idea what that date means, so yeah, dead."

"Okay," I said, "And?"

"And nothing."

"Oh, come on. Everybody here is all 'Oooo! I am a metaphorical incarnation of inner conflict or so on.' So the First Thief is just spectating?"

"Basically."

"You sure? You're not going to tell me I'm your umpteenth grandkid and so I'm destined for something, are you? Because that'd be really lame."

He laughed. "I had so many kids, every ferret alive's probably related to me. That doesn't mean squat."

Man. You'd expect weather like this downwind of wizards, not everywhere. On the other hand, it's pretty nifty. Yesterday it was blindingly cold, and snow was falling in giant flakes. Like six inches worth. Today, it's warm enough to run around in short sleeves, but the snow hasn't melted yet. Which is totally awesome, because that way there's snow, but we don't have to freeze our butts off. Don't tell Erin, but I think it's a perfect time for an epic snowball fight across the city. I just have to sneak up on her before she sneaks up on me.

First off, wordcount.

7,681 / 50,000 (15.4%)

Slow, but at least I got some done. More tomorrow. Conversations take up a lot of words, at least when I write them. That could just be my flaw though.

( Writing and music rambling, plus a top 11 list, all inside. )

I looked down at the street full of demons and princesses and all sorts of other unnatural beasties. Lots of ghosts. Probably because they're so easy to make. "I love Halloween," I said.

"Which part," Erin asked, "Dressing up goofy, the tricks, or the treats?"

"You can't separate something into its parts like that," I said, "Not when they all work together so well. It's all kinds of nifty things, squeezed into one day and stuffed with candy."

"How's that any different than how you normally act?"

"That's the point, isn't it? Everybody gets to be me for a day!"

"So, then the guards started chasing me..."

"All your stories start like that," Erin said, "Makes it sound like you're incompetent."

"It's more exciting that way," I said, "People like chases. Nobody'd want to hear about something where everything went right."

"Why not?"

"Well," I said, "It'd be boring. And take like six sentences. I snuck in. I got the loot. I got out. Nobody noticed. Four sentences."

"C'mon, that's cheating. You left out all the details."

"So? Besides, if I told all about the stuff that worked, then everybody'd know how I did it. Then they'd go do it."

A drabble, a short 100 word bit of writing, using 5 words she gave me. Since I couldn't get started writing on my own. It stars Fors, and some mad scientist type, either the Kook who's been in a couple stories, or another generic one. No cut, 'cause it's only 100 words long. And I might expand it, or work it into something else later on.

"No objections to tea with a fanatic, then?"
"So you're a fanatic, huh?" I asked.
Tea was delivered from slender tubes that twined with the tangle over the laboratory table. My host pulled aside a curtain. "Imagine a lake out there, filling the entire horizon, created by we impertinent mortals, its power harnessed by great water wheels!" he declared.
I left the tea where it was, since it was steaming purple. "Harnessed for what?"
"Why, to power my army of kinetically powered soldiers!"
Y'know, I don't think they really want to take over the world, I think they just want attention.


Bed now.

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