The Quest For Dobby's Destiny--Part VI

“You know something, kiddo? That almost makes sense and I am really nervous.” Writer Lady says.

“You know something Auntie? I have combat training. There is distinct protocol I have to follow to avoid seriously hurting someone in an altercation.” Warrior with Intense Blue Eyes says.

“You're not threatening your Auntie are you?”

“No. Never. It's just something you might want to remember before you call me 'Kiddo' again,” he says with a mischeivous grin.

“Point taken.” Writer Lady answers.

“I'll be with Mom” Warrior with Intense Blue Eyes says.

“I'll be over there” Writer Lady gestures toward the Lord and the Lady's booth with a nod of her head, “proving to strangers I'm completely mental.”

“If they try to detain you, I'll swear I'm your psychiatrist and you are not a danger to yourself or others. I'll spring you Auntie.”

“Thanks ki...nephew. Later.”

“Later.” The Warrior with Intense Blue Eyes answers as they take separate paths.

Writer Lady looks at the booth just 50 ft away wondering if there was any way to avoid this meeting. Noticing fewer men were looking at her with adoration she breathed a mental sigh of relief. When the Lady with the Long Golden Hair was close by the sex appeal being generated must have been much stronger. Feeling a little more relaxed Writer Lady takes another step towards an uncertain future.

“Hi! Are you going to see the Lord and Lady now?” Stormtrooper returned coming into her space quite suddenly and without warning. Friendly and eager to help.

“Umm...yes?”

“Let me take you over. I haven't had a chance to say 'Hello' yet.” Stormtrooper offers Writer Lady his arm with grand ceremony.

Alarms go off, having no idea what to do at this point Writer Lady starts to offer her hand over very slowly. The stormtrooper takes her hand and finishes placing it on his arm guiding her with great speed towards their destination.

So much for working up my courage and taking my sweet time getting over there.

“You never should have complimented his saber. Silly woman.” TP's laugh bellows in her head. “He is like a panting dog waiting for a treat.”

“You really don't need to be sharing this information, TP.” Writer Lady thinks. “Aren't you helping Lady with the Long Golden Hair?”

“Merlin alerted me to your predicament.” TP responds.

“It's not a predicament. The stormtrooper is just being polite. He will say 'Hello' introduce me to the Lord and the Lady then leave. It wouldn't hurt for you to learn how to do that. You know. Leave.”

“Fine. TP will leave. You'll be eating crow...if I do.” The faerie sings out a warning in Writer Lady's head.

Writer Lady is treated to a vision of herself gnawing on an uncooked crow, feathers and all. “Um...before you go. You don't mean I have to literally eat crow, do you?”

“That is typical protocol in Faerie when admitting defeat.” TP says with his General Patton impression. “And. Make no mistake Writer Lady, you will be admitting defeat and searching for aid.”

Thinking for a moment about what she knows the faerie is capable of Writer Lady changes her stance just a bit. “TP. I have to say, I'm really not a big eater these days. How about if you just stick around?”

“A wise choice, my dear. A very wise choice.” TP answers.

“So this lovely woman is here to see you.” The stormtrooper says.

During the time it took TP and Writer Lady to work things out telepathically the stormtrooper had led Writer Lady to the booth, greeted the Lord and Lady of the Drawn Story and explained that she was here seeking an audience with them.

“Thank you Buzz. We've got it from here.” The stormtrooper took his leave.

“Buzz?” Writer Lady asks.

“He likes to call himself Buzz Lightsaber because Stormtroopers don't usually have lightsabers. He wants everyone to know he is one of the good guys.” The Lord of the Drawn Story answers. “Are you the Writer Lady we have been hearing so much about?”

“Yes.” Writer Lady answers. “It's so nice to meet you.”

“Smile.” TP bellows.

Writer Lady smiles.

“Not like that you look like you're in pain.”

Writer Lady relaxes her facial expression somewhat.

“Shake.” TP instructs.

“What?”

“Shake hands with them.”

“Shouldn't this be a little more, formal?” Writer Lady mentally asks TP.

“No, we only go through those dated performances during formal ceremonies. This is hardly formal.” The Lady of the Drawn Story answers in reassurance.

Deciding too much weird stuff has been happening to start demanding answers now Writer Lady shakes hands with the Lord and the Lady.

“We were expecting to see you with Tinkletoes. He called this morning to say he was unable to attend. It's a shame his stories of late have been so entertaining.” The Lady of the Drawn Story commented.

“Yes they have.” Writer Lady agrees.

“I have no idea how he came up with the recent ones. We have always shared an interest in this.” The Lord says raising his arms to their surroundings. “But he never writes and only draws when he is designing another light saber.”

The Lord and the Lady stood close together his arm around her waist in a caring manner. They made a lovely couple.

“That is actually what I came here today to discuss with you. I know this is going to sound really far fetched but...I have this cat. His name is Dobby.”