Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

“Your nose is dirty.”  Dylan says climbing up on the demon's lap.   The small boy takes Writer Lady's abandoned towel and reaches up to clean Damon's face off.  This quickly turns into a game of “I Got Your Nose” between the boy and the demon. “For something that's supposed to be so dangerous he has an incredible amount of patience.”   Tinkletoes says. “Adults of one species can recognize the young of other species and show them similar compassion to what they would show an offspring of their own species.  You see it in nature all of the time.”  Writer Lady says. “He's supposed to be a dangerous creature.”  Tinkletoes says, gesturing with a quick nod of the head.  “This looks like a greeting card commercial.” “It is sweet isn't it?”  Writer Lady says. “I was totally ready for major conflict.”  Ray says from his spot. “This is a bit of a let down.”  Carp agrees. “No one is dead and my home is not engulfed in flames.”  Wr

Diomedes stands in the doorway waiting expectantly for a response. “What can he do?”  Writer Lady asks. “Be the one who gets poked with those horns for one thing.”  Tinkletoes says. “He does have thick skin and scales.  The dragon has a better chance at survival than the rest of us.”  Carp agrees. “We could tell him, show him what the problem is, and see if he has any ideas.”  Writer Lady says. “Mi'lady?” Diomedes calls, waiting for permission to enter the room. “Come in Diomedes, please.”  She answers. Diomedes enters the room, passing the couch, and entering the demon's line of sight. “AAAAAAAA!”  Damon bellows upon seeing Diomedes rising from the couch to his full height.   Stopping Diomedes looks at the demon and studies him closely. “Hello.”   He says. “AAAHR!”   The demon rumbles more loudly. Diomedes' skin begins pulsing, changing from the dragon's current green color to a dark gray. “Did that thing just change colors?”   T

“How did that happen?”  Writer Lady asks. “The more important question is who's going to pull it out.”  Carp says. Everyone in the room gives pause, studying Damon's needle sharp horns, not to mention his sheer mass.  If the demon starts thrashing around when they are trying to help him... “How did he get that up in there?”  Writer Lady asks looking closely at the demon's bulging nostril. A sharp ping can be heard coming from TP's glass cell.  “Demons are really stretchy.”  TP says. “This isn't going to be fun.”  Writer Lady says. “No it isn't.”   Tinkletoes agrees, looking Damon in the eye he points to the couch and gestures for the demon to sit down, as the demon sits down the couch creaks in protest. Writer Lady studies Damon more closely.  “Do you think his breathing is labored?”    She asks. “No.”  Tinkletoes says. She continues watching the demon.  “It doesn't look like his bre