Write One Page Per Day – 357/365 – December 23, 2018

A Bard’s Tale (Excerpt) 12/23/18

“Apparently, your minstrel here is a fledgling bard,” Faleth said raising his eyebrows at her.

“Really?” Credence shot back. “What give you that impression?”

“Last night he used a small bit of magic inadvertently. Nothing dangerous, but magic nonetheless,” Faleth said.

“I think the town bard may need to get back to his house now,” Credence said as the clock on the wall began chiming, “That is if I know his parents as well as I think.”

Neil looked up at the clock and felt a surge of panic when he saw the time. He shot out of his seat and moved for the door, “Thanks for the meal, Credence, and the conversation Faleth.”

“You should come back later with your lyre,” Faleth said, “There may be some things that I can teach you about controlling your magic a little better.”

“I’ll ask my father, but I’m not sure how long it’ll be.”

“I’m only in town a day or two more at the most. If you want some tutelage I’d recommend coming sooner rather than later,” Faleth replied. “Unless, or course, you were to travel with us.”

“I’ll see you at some point then,” Neil said as he opened the door. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to leave with you.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Credence said pulling a small coin purse from under the bar.

“Sorry,” Neil said going back to the bar.

“I’ll be needing the same order tomorrow. I’ve put enough in here to cover it, provided you’re not late tomorrow.” Credence said giving him a wink.

“I won’t be late,” Neil promised, making a motion with his hand over his heart.

“If you are, I’ll demand a different delivery person,” Credence said.

“Goddard is the only other person who could make the delivery,” Neil said.

“Exactly. You, me, and him don’t want that,” Credence said, her smile growing wide. “I’m fairly certain if you’re brother got another dose of my charm he may die from shock.”

Neil waved goodbye as he chuckled the entire way back to the cart. Memories of Goddard talking about Credence’s flirtatious interaction. His entire face had maintained a bright red the trip back to the farm and all the way through the story.

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