Mr Gingernuts - Part Three
They met again before expected.
Bren's walk home interrupted by Seagull party, all bold shouts and cawing voices. He wasn't truely worried but if Zangiber wanted to step forward and play his hero then he was happy to enjoy the moment. It wasn't that dramatic, a simple warning and the suggestion of power rippling among them, the cool evening sparking with heat. The Seagulls sauntered off with a few choice call backs from a safe distance.
After that it was a simple thing to stare adoringly and get invited for a coffee. Zangiber it seemed did not live far. His house was unremarkable, a decent size and well kept. Inside was the magic, shelves lining the walls full of fascinating things. Lovingly carved wooden figures, shiny pebbles and pretty glass. Books stacked in each reach of comfy chairs. The one wall without shelving held a large stone fireplace and baove that a huge painting of an Autumn Wood, the artist's signature a stylized Z. It should have look cluttered, yet the house had a comfy feel, it felt like entering a treasure cave, so many wonderful things to take in. All clearly cared for.
Zanziber was watching his reaction, he gave a pleased smile, looking proudly around himself. 'My hoard' he revealed with a tone of hushed pride.
'Hoard?' Bren took a minute 'Dragon's hoard' He didn't get the feel of an ancient wise lizard, they were reclusive creatures with a flare for the dramatic. Zangiber was more warmth and cosy evenings.
'Mixed blood' Zangiber grinned offering a glimpse of sharp teeth.
'Me too' Bren offered when no more was forthcoming.
'Dragon and Squirrel' Zangiber revealed 'two species that like to gather treasures and protect their hoard. I'm very posessive of what's mine' he stepped closer and the heat in the room rose 'I never share, and I take very good care of what's mine' he licked his lips and it felt like an actual caress.
'Witch and Alchemist' Bren replied. 'Means I mix a mean cookie dough and take no shit from anyone' he grinned 'that sorted, do I get to see your nuts?' he fake leered then laughed along with Zangiber, almost choking when the man took a step forward 'they're ginger' he husked 'think you can handle the spice?'
'Oh try me'
It was along time before they remembered the coffee.
Bren's walk home interrupted by Seagull party, all bold shouts and cawing voices. He wasn't truely worried but if Zangiber wanted to step forward and play his hero then he was happy to enjoy the moment. It wasn't that dramatic, a simple warning and the suggestion of power rippling among them, the cool evening sparking with heat. The Seagulls sauntered off with a few choice call backs from a safe distance.
After that it was a simple thing to stare adoringly and get invited for a coffee. Zangiber it seemed did not live far. His house was unremarkable, a decent size and well kept. Inside was the magic, shelves lining the walls full of fascinating things. Lovingly carved wooden figures, shiny pebbles and pretty glass. Books stacked in each reach of comfy chairs. The one wall without shelving held a large stone fireplace and baove that a huge painting of an Autumn Wood, the artist's signature a stylized Z. It should have look cluttered, yet the house had a comfy feel, it felt like entering a treasure cave, so many wonderful things to take in. All clearly cared for.
Zanziber was watching his reaction, he gave a pleased smile, looking proudly around himself. 'My hoard' he revealed with a tone of hushed pride.
'Hoard?' Bren took a minute 'Dragon's hoard' He didn't get the feel of an ancient wise lizard, they were reclusive creatures with a flare for the dramatic. Zangiber was more warmth and cosy evenings.
'Mixed blood' Zangiber grinned offering a glimpse of sharp teeth.
'Me too' Bren offered when no more was forthcoming.
'Dragon and Squirrel' Zangiber revealed 'two species that like to gather treasures and protect their hoard. I'm very posessive of what's mine' he stepped closer and the heat in the room rose 'I never share, and I take very good care of what's mine' he licked his lips and it felt like an actual caress.
'Witch and Alchemist' Bren replied. 'Means I mix a mean cookie dough and take no shit from anyone' he grinned 'that sorted, do I get to see your nuts?' he fake leered then laughed along with Zangiber, almost choking when the man took a step forward 'they're ginger' he husked 'think you can handle the spice?'
'Oh try me'
It was along time before they remembered the coffee.