The Quest For Dobby's Destiny Part VII

“Would you like to sit down?” The Lord of the Drawn Story asks.

Writer Lady nods and they all take a seat at one of the tables set up in the center of the Lord and Lady's main booth.

“Dobby, the hero of Tinkletoes' stories. The amazing cat that talks.”

“Yes. Dobby is my cat. He really does talk.”

The Lord and Lady of the Drawn Story's faces pale slightly, they look at each other for a moment and then look back at Writer Lady.

“At first I was worried I was going crazy too. Then, I thought at the very least Dobby's talking was a freakishly strong version of the auditory hallucinations that can be associated with some anxiety disorders. My husband had died after all. That is until I was introduced to Tinkletoes. He had been talking to Dobby for a while at that point.” (See Invasion! And Invasion! II posts from November 2012)

“I remember that Tinkletoes was bragging about how he was going to take down some aliens from outer space and then sent me this outrageous story about how his client was a talking cat. The talking cat had a human mother.” The Lord says. “I had to explain to him how that was possible. Pet adoption. That for some people their pets are their children. In Dobby's case, the cat clearly saw you as Mom the same way you saw Dobby as your baby.”

“Thank you.” Writer Lady answers.

“It was not easy. The Lord had to draw a few pictures.” The Lady explains.

“Actually, my marker ran out of ink. So one of the kids I teach drawing to took over. Tinkletoes understood once she explained it.” The Lord pointed out. “After that he decided having to see you wasn't too bad as long as he could still hang out with Dobby.”

“Having to see me?” Writer Lady questioned. Wrestling with getting mad and deciding against it. “Dobby is my baby and as long as Dobby is happy Tinkletoes will be welcome in my house.” The Lord and Lady nod.

“As soon Dobby isn't happy that ya-hoo's butt is out of there.” She muttered to herself.

“I heard that. I heard that. I'm gonna tell.” TP sings out.

“Is that faerie going to comment the whole time?” The Lord asks. “Because he's annoying.”

“You're telling me.” Writer Lady agrees. “That is TP. The TP stands for Totally Pixelated.”

“The one that played with the pixies so much it made him silly?” The Lord of the Drawn Story asks.

 “We should have known who that voice belonged to.” The Lady commented with a smile.

“You know about TP too huh?”

“You can see now why I was so surprised to read so many amazing stories. I...we, couldn't believe he had that kind of imagination. Tinkletoes has never exhibited storytelling, much less, writing skills then for him put up a blog...” The Lord of the Drawn Story explains.

“A blog? Really? May I see it?” Writer Lady asks.

“Sure.” The Lord of the Drawn Story reaches for an electronic tablet at the far end of the work table. He pulls up the most recent blog post and hands the tablet over to her.

Writer Lady starts reading her blog's most recent post. It's not under the title “Saturday Night Silliness.” Tinkletoes calls this one “Tinkletoes Amazing Stories”. The anger rises. Writer Lady thinks for a minute, lets it go and says, “Yep. That's it. That's our blog. We both have individual blog sites but we work together and post them at both places.”

“Great idea. You get twice as many readers.” The Lord of the Drawn Story comments.

“He has other stuff on his blog too. Gun safety information. Lightsaber design. Mine is just the stories.” She comments.

“You are a writer then?” The Lord of the Drawn Story asks.

Writer Lady hesitates before she answers. “I would like to say yes but the posts aren't really stories as much as they are my um...journal.” She answers.

“All of this stuff really happened? Everyone really exists? Even the dragon?” The Lord asks.

"Yes, except for the book I wrote that created the dragon, Furnatche and the other characters.  They came to life as I wrote the book and came into the real world later."  She tries to explain not sure how crazy she sounds.

The Lord and the Lady of the Drawn Story look at each other with concern.

“Why are you telling us this?” The Lord asks. “You could let everyone believe you are just an imaginative person. You and Tinkletoes cooked the blogs up to get your stories out there.” 

 Unsure of what to say, Writer Lady decides to talk about her quest. “I am here because Merlin sent me. I was to come to you and verify the facts regarding Tinkletoes' stories. Also, I need to seek an audience with the Gem of the Con.”

“Regarding?”

“Dobby entering the World of Adoration? Merlin says it's Dobby's destiny."  Writer Lady answers.  "I don't think it's a good idea at all. The cat is way too hard to live with already.”

The Lord turns to his Lady. “What do you think?”

“If she was not speaking the truth, Buzz the stormtrooper would never have let her through. He is in charge of the soul scans and she comes under Merlin's orders.”

“Sometimes we have imposters, darling. Remember 18 years ago, the talking pig. Merlin was wrong about that one.”

“No dear that was Merlot that sent her. Merlin's cousin once removed.”

“Yes. Now I remember, the soul scan didn't work on him. Our previous guard was older. He had been suffering from cataracts and didn't tell anyone.” The Lord of the Drawn Story explains to Writer Lady.

“The poor dear couldn't see Lord Vader coming at him if he had infrared binoculars built in at that point.” The Lady continued.

“We let the pig in and have never had a peaceful court meeting since. The squealing voice she speaks with is terrible.” The Lord says.

“The buffets are always so lovely. No one gets anything to eat anymore.”

“She hogs all the food.” The Lord finishes his Lady's thought.

“You will get to see exactly what we mean when you go to the ball.”

“What?” Writer Lady asks.

“When you go to the ball. In order to get an audience with the Gem of the Con this time of year you must go to the ball that is held by the Queen of the Amazing 'Fro and Her Most Colorful Court.”

“I don't have to show my legs do I?” Writer Lady mumbles.

“I'm sorry I didn't hear you clearly.” The Lady says.

“I have no idea what I'll wear.”

“We all have those difficulties. Balls are so rare these days. It is hard to be comfortable in all of that formality. Choose something fun, colorful and comfortable is good too. It is going to be stressful enough spending time in the presence of the Gem of the Con without fiddling with an uncomfortable dress all night.” The Lady of the Drawn Story says, patting Writer Lady's hand. “Don't worry my dear. It will be fine.”

Merlin turned off Writer's Lady's telepathic capabilities moments before her brain started screaming in panic.