I Stared at the Beckoning Finger
Considering the circumstances?- “Such devotion to duty!”
- to the healthful and invigorating pursuit of mangling
- dragging its squeaking prey into the shadows
- with all imaginable courtesy
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I stared at the beckoning finger, trying to decide if its owner could possibly have my best interests at heart. Considering the circumstances? Unlikely.
Fleur’s bodyguards continued chortling, but I noticed that their mirth did not reach their eyes. Despite outward appearances, they were alert and dangerous. “Such devotion to duty!” I thought. From their physiques it was evident that they devoted a lot of their time to the healthful and invigorating pursuit of mangling their sparring partners. The one on the left had a lupine brutishness, while the one on the right I could easily imagine as a jungle cat, dragging its squeaking prey into the shadows and doing unspeakable things to it.
It was comforting to know that my wife was so well protected, but on the other hand the presence of these guards complicated my life immensely.
The finger appeared again, curling and uncurling. Fleur and Isolde were still laughing, doubled over with their merriment, so with all imaginable courtesy I took a few steps toward the corner. Something about that finger looked familiar.
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