How the next Halfing chapter will start! (unedited) · 8:50pm Dec 29th, 2014
Zeala awoke grumpily to the sound of someling banging noisily on her door. With a wet snort, she jerked up from the jumbled mass of blankets and sheets, still damp from her exertions during the night. The lump lying next to her mumbled incoherently from beneath the covers, a holed hoof reaching out and grabbing more and pulling it tightly to the unseen form.
“What?” she demanded tersely. “What?!”
The banging went on unabated, rapidly and very, very annoying.
“Stop banging on the door, you idiot!” she snarled, sliding out of bed with the grace of a drunken sailor. Walking funny, she made her way to the door. It was still being pounded on as though the sanctum was on fire. She flared her horn, grabbing hold of her bedmate, flipping the unfortunate from the bed. “Get up!” Zeala snapped at the unfortunate.
There was a surprised grunt and a cry of consternation. A young male changeling peeked fearfully from the other side of the bed, rubbing the back of his head with a hoof. “What was that for?” he simpered.
“For not answering the door, you lazy little bug.” Zeala opened the door.
Igor was still there, now banging on empty air. He noticed his hoof was no longer impacting wood and looked to where the door had been. He found the priestess glaring down at him, her mane disheveled and an interesting scent wafting off her body. If he was afraid of the look of war upon her face, his own disfigurement did well to hide it.
“Well?” she grunted sourly.
“My priestess!” he crowed up at her adoringly. “Your scheduled appointment will be here within the hour! Must make ready! Yes. You must look good and beautiful! Must look nice for guest. You said so yourself. Igor does as he is told and tells his mistress of her duties.”
Zeala sighed. “Very well. What have I told you about knocking on the door ceaselessly?”
“Mistress Zeala does not answer the door within the necessary knocks. Igor must knock more in order for you to answer. Mistress procrastinates, Igor thinks.”
The priestess nodded. “I shall be out soon.” She then slammed the door in Igor’s face.
“As mistress commands!” his muffled voice replied.
I hope this keeps you guys satiated. I more or less took a brief break from writing to avoid burnout.
can't wait
Good to hear it is just a break.
Look forward to your next chapter.