Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Welcoming an Old Friend
by Lady Alison, Ikarias, Nessa, & Dj
January 10th, 2002
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(Ally) --
Alison sat by the fire nursing a cup of coffee, She was deep in thought and waiting for Her fair maiden to return from some errands, when the door to the lodge opened and a long shadow fell across Her.
"Well, well, well if it isn't Alicat."
Only one person in the world dare call Her that, could it really be? Had ole dragon butt finally found her way to the Lodge?
Alison sat Her cup upon the hearth and made Her way to the newcomer. Sure enough, there stood before Her ole dragon butt. Alison felt long arms wrap around Her as She hugged Her old friend tightly.
"Glad to see you dragon butt. Welcome. Come, sit and tell Me how you have been. I'll get you a cup of tea while you get comfortable." Alison headed off towards the kitchen, a huge smile on Her face.
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(Mistress Ikarias & Lady Alison) --
Ikarias shook her head, "That's only HALF a dragon-butt!" Few knew that particular nickname, fewer still could use it with impunity and keep all their teeth. Dear Lady Alison was one of the few, the proud and the damn gorgeous. "Add some brandy to that tea, darlin' it's cold as a frost ogre's balls out there!" Ikarias called out to said Lady puttering in the kitchen.
Undo the sword belt, toss the were-skin cloak over a chair so the fur could dry. "Worse smell than a wet dog," Ikarias muttered as she scratched her short dark-bronze hair.
Trouble with being half-drake, that half responded differently to temperature. She dragged a chair over to the fire and slanted it so her scaled left side was closer. A heavy sigh as the raw weather memory was replaced by cozy thawing. Alicat's scent was everywhere, denoting a long-term deal. She did that when she felt safe in a place.
Ikarias loosened the ties of her heavy burgundy silk shirt and slipped off her boots. Should do some hunting to pay for my keep... Wonder who Alicat had to warm her heart... Wonder if there were any spares?
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Alison thought She would never find the tea, but persistence won out and She returned to Mistress Ikarias, otherwise known as dragon butt, and handed her the cup of doctored tea.
"This should peel your scales. It does Me good to see you again old friend."
"Yeah, does me good to see you again Alicat."
Alison gave her that look that meant never let anyone else hear you call me that. Alison sat next to Her friend, feeling the warmth from the fire seeping into Her bones.
"So tell Me, what trouble have you been causing lately."
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(Mistress Ikarias) --
"So tell Me, what trouble have you been causing lately?" Alison looked at her old friend.
Ikarias took a healthy swig, and felt at least 17 scales curl. This glorious woman sure knew how to make a cuppa. "I miss that lil' dance number you did when you got snookered at the Bountiful Doe."
"I think NOT! Not in this lifetime, dragon butt."
"Hey, I made a pile of money on you, Alicat, & I split it fairly! 90/10." Ikarias grinned at her; she never saw the scales just the woman. Ikarias loved her for that.
"Yeah, but I should have gotten the 90."
"Oh damn, I thought you were drunker than that." Ikarias tried to look innocent, but Alison never fell for it.
"''fraid not." Alison put her best, 'don't teach your grandmother to knock miscreants upside the head,' look.
"Um, did I ever tell you I actually gave my 90% to Charity?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure, sure." Alison plucked off froth from her coffee cup with one elegant finger and flung it at Ikarias.
"And DAMN she was good!" This time Ikarias' grin was the manure-consuming type. And she wiped a larger dollop of froth off her face.
"Probably spent it on cheap booze and loose women."
Alison had that 'you've been a bad dragon-butt look.' She casually wiped her finger on the half-drake's sleeve and sat most lady-like in her black leather pants, a white silk shirt so brilliant you could read by it in a troll's pitch black stomach, and a purple vest that completed her attire very nicely. "Well, acually loose booze and cheap women." She had a broad smile that Ikarias remembered so well.
"Even worse." Alison wrinkled her nose.
"Yeah, I don't know what tasted worse." Ikarias laughed so hard at her expression she swallowed the wrong way. Alison whapped her on the back so she could breathe again.
"Oh goddess, you are sooo soo bad!"
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(Lead in to - The Tale of Two Kitties)
(Lord Nessa, Lady Alison, Mistress Ikarias, & impster dj) --
The dark Butch was enjoying the playful jousting of these two friends, "It does me such good to see the meeting of old friends. This looks like some good ribbing material for us, Lady Alison."
The Lady tried to defuse the situation by leading the Lord another way. "This would be ribbing of ole dragon butt right???? Surely you would not rib Me...I mean you wouldn't would you??????"
But Nessa was in a humorous mood, "Well now, my Lady, I have gotten to know you a little during my time at the Inn and the Lodge. You seem to have a fine sense of humor, and my own is in need of development. I just thought ribbing an alicat... that I happen to know, would be somewhat less dangerous than ribbing a dragon butt or a dragon anything. C'mon Ali kitty, kitty." The dark butch snorked in laughter.
Alison relented a bit, "Well, M'Lord seeing as how it is you...I guess I can suffer through the ordeal. Just don't believe everything you hear...I am a bastion of innocence and proper lady-like behavior, at all times. That's My story and I'm sticking to it!"
Mistress Ikarias overhead Nessa and Alison's exchange. "Ah, good Alicat... What the Dickens, these friends of yours would love the tale of two kitties!"
dj did a double take upon hearing Ikarias mention, 'A Tale of Two kitties'. "Please Mistress, tell us this tail-er tale!"
Lady Alison attempted another subterfuge, "Pay no attention to the little blonde one...she spends way too much time locked away amongst moldy volumes...must have inhaled some!"
Ikarias looked studiously up down & sideways with her one golden dragon eye and her one cobalt blue human eye at said wee flaxen-hair wench. "She doesn't look moldy to me."
dj smiled up at the beautiful Mistress. "What astute golden & blue eyes ye have, Mistress! A bit dusty and rusty wenchy can be, aye, but no green growth adorns me bode!" dj snicked out. "Now, you were saying? There was once a tale of two little pussies, or something about the felines..."
The blonde historian sat with quill in hand, ready for scribing and archiving this intriguing tale.
Lady Alison looked sternly at the smirking girl before her. "dj, darling, be careful what you write, or I shall have to do a little wench tripping and tossing to the Dark Butch Myself."
jayling had her on this one. "But but but, Ally, dearest Lady, you wouldn't do such a thing, now would ya? And hey, wenchy ain't allowed to trip no more, per your stern warning, remember?" (gotcha!)
The imp wouldn't relent, "And I'm sure you really wouldn't want to deny your Kindred of such an intriguing Tale as the one Mistress Ikarias has for us. The Tale of Two Pussies is a part of history and needs to be preserved for all!"
Alison shook her head, "Best be glad I love you, wench, else I would be forced to hang you upside down and do all manner of dastardly things to you."
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The End - 'Welcoming an Old Friend' - by Alison, Ikarias, Nessa, & Dj
Continues in - 'A
Tale of Two Kitties'