“Er…” Reed made the noise as her nose dipped toward the floor. “Is there… I mean.. if you don’t mind me asking… why… am I in this position?”
“Well,” Ayla said, smoothing her hand across Reed’s lower back. “The way this usually goes is the summoner throws a fit and I spank her until she sees sense, cries, or both.”
“Fascinating,” Reed murmured, staunching the flow of her nose with the back of her wrist. “The summoner, you say? That would be me?”
“It would be.”
“Well that’s nice, isn’t it,” Reed said cheerfully. “It’s nice to have a title. I’ve never had one of those before. Not an official one. I shall make very good friends with it. Maybe I’ll write it on something. A stick, maybe.”
There was a pause in which nothing was said. Then Reed found the world spinning the other way as she was tipped up onto her feet. Ayla kept a hold of her, hands on Reed’s hips as she peered into the woman’s face. “Are you still high? Or is this just how you are?”
“Another excellent question,” Reed complimented Ayla on her inquiry. “I’m not entirely certain of the objective answer to that question. Let’s find out together.”
Ayla’s lips quirked, then wriggled, then she lost the battle with the rising smile she’d been trying so hard to repress and gave way to the expression. Reed smiled in response, all but stuffing her sleeve into her nose.
“Really,” she said. “I hate to be a bother, but if I could just have a little taste of the Lady, I would be much better company. Much less drippy.”
“I’m afraid that’s not possible.” Ayla was kind, but firm.
“Oh it’s very possible,” Reed replied. “Shall I show you?”
“No, you must under…”
What Reed must under… was lost, for part way through Ayla’s sentence, the world ended.
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