without regard for rules or regulations.
“What has that chit gone and done now?” She asked with exhaustion lacing her words.
“She stole from you, ma’am,” her words were a jumbled murmur. Galeta could barely make out what she’d said. All she’d heard was ‘blah, blah, blah, ma’am.’
Gods, snails were so incredibly stupid. Why couldn’t they have half the brain of the flower fairy? It would make understanding them so much easier. With a roll of her eyes, and a rumbly growl in the back of her throat she said, “would you mind saying that again and this time speak up.”
Clearing her throat, June squared her shoulders and said, “I said, ma’am, that Calanthe stole from you, ma’am.”
Nostrils flaring, Galeta cocked her head. “Stole what?” There were treasures untold she kept hidden in her home, that Calanthe would dare to enter without her express permission first made The Blue experience the type of frosty fury she was infamous for. Clenching her fists until her nails dug into the palms of her hands, she took a step closer to the fairy before her, “answer me now, June, tell me all I wish to know, or you too shall suffer the same fate as your dear friend.”
June turned her head to the side, but not before Galeta witnessed the flash of pain scrawl across her face. “A moon flower seed.”
“She did what!” Taking a step closer, Galeta didn’t think, she grabbed June by her tunic, and shoved her face so close that their breaths mingled. “When did she take that?”
June mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like two months ago.
“Did you say two months? Please tell me that you did not say two months, because if, in fact, you did say two months, then I shall very likely kill you myself for keeping that from me for so long.”
To threaten to kill another fairy was a crime that could very likely land her before The Ten, the high faerie council, but June would never tell because Galeta was simply too powerful. Besides she had no need to strip June’s wings or plunge a knife through her heart, fear would keep this fairy very loyal now.
“Please don’t hurt me, Galeta, I’ve wanted to tell you I did, but I wasn’t sure whether to approach you when you returned or while you were away at the council, and she has stopped since I swear it. I’ve kept a close eye on her.”
“Ah, but you’re not telling me everything are you? Because if you say that she only stole once, and yet you’ve continued to keep an eye on her there must be a reason, no?”
The one thing Galeta had always been good at was her ability to suss out a lie. there were good liars, and there were bad liars. It was always harder to spot a good liar, but June was not a good liar. Her eyes were shifty, her skin moist, and her throat bobbed like an apple’d been stuck in it. There was more to this story, of that she had no doubt.
And she knew her hunch was right immediately, because June was squeezing her eyes shut.
“Come on, June, I am your mistress, you know you can tell me anything.” A smile grew large on her heart shaped face. “Trust me, child, I only want what’s best for Calanthe.”
“You will not hurt her?” The words were a whisper of sound.
Smile still firm on her face, Galeta released the hold she’d had on June’s tunic and patted the snail shell warmly. “You must trust me, dear.”
“They did things, strange things, in the Cave of Songs.”
Nostrils flaring, heart thumping wildly in her chest, Galeta could only imagine the strange things they’d done in the cave. For years The Blue had searched for a way to punish Calanthe, now she had it. And there wasn’t a fairy alive that could stop her.
“You’ve done good, June, you’ve done very good.”
The wee fairy made as if to leave, but Galeta shook her head. “Oh no, my dear, where do you think you’re going?”
Looking as if she’d been caught mid-theft, June jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “I’ve told you everything,
“What has that chit gone and done now?” She asked with exhaustion lacing her words.
“She stole from you, ma’am,” her words were a jumbled murmur. Galeta could barely make out what she’d said. All she’d heard was ‘blah, blah, blah, ma’am.’
Gods, snails were so incredibly stupid. Why couldn’t they have half the brain of the flower fairy? It would make understanding them so much easier. With a roll of her eyes, and a rumbly growl in the back of her throat she said, “would you mind saying that again and this time speak up.”
Clearing her throat, June squared her shoulders and said, “I said, ma’am, that Calanthe stole from you, ma’am.”
Nostrils flaring, Galeta cocked her head. “Stole what?” There were treasures untold she kept hidden in her home, that Calanthe would dare to enter without her express permission first made The Blue experience the type of frosty fury she was infamous for. Clenching her fists until her nails dug into the palms of her hands, she took a step closer to the fairy before her, “answer me now, June, tell me all I wish to know, or you too shall suffer the same fate as your dear friend.”
June turned her head to the side, but not before Galeta witnessed the flash of pain scrawl across her face. “A moon flower seed.”
“She did what!” Taking a step closer, Galeta didn’t think, she grabbed June by her tunic, and shoved her face so close that their breaths mingled. “When did she take that?”
June mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like two months ago.
“Did you say two months? Please tell me that you did not say two months, because if, in fact, you did say two months, then I shall very likely kill you myself for keeping that from me for so long.”
To threaten to kill another fairy was a crime that could very likely land her before The Ten, the high faerie council, but June would never tell because Galeta was simply too powerful. Besides she had no need to strip June’s wings or plunge a knife through her heart, fear would keep this fairy very loyal now.
“Please don’t hurt me, Galeta, I’ve wanted to tell you I did, but I wasn’t sure whether to approach you when you returned or while you were away at the council, and she has stopped since I swear it. I’ve kept a close eye on her.”
“Ah, but you’re not telling me everything are you? Because if you say that she only stole once, and yet you’ve continued to keep an eye on her there must be a reason, no?”
The one thing Galeta had always been good at was her ability to suss out a lie. there were good liars, and there were bad liars. It was always harder to spot a good liar, but June was not a good liar. Her eyes were shifty, her skin moist, and her throat bobbed like an apple’d been stuck in it. There was more to this story, of that she had no doubt.
And she knew her hunch was right immediately, because June was squeezing her eyes shut.
“Come on, June, I am your mistress, you know you can tell me anything.” A smile grew large on her heart shaped face. “Trust me, child, I only want what’s best for Calanthe.”
“You will not hurt her?” The words were a whisper of sound.
Smile still firm on her face, Galeta released the hold she’d had on June’s tunic and patted the snail shell warmly. “You must trust me, dear.”
“They did things, strange things, in the Cave of Songs.”
Nostrils flaring, heart thumping wildly in her chest, Galeta could only imagine the strange things they’d done in the cave. For years The Blue had searched for a way to punish Calanthe, now she had it. And there wasn’t a fairy alive that could stop her.
“You’ve done good, June, you’ve done very good.”
The wee fairy made as if to leave, but Galeta shook her head. “Oh no, my dear, where do you think you’re going?”
Looking as if she’d been caught mid-theft, June jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “I’ve told you everything,
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