A little something I found in the backlog of CDs

I wrote this eons ago, but I still find it rather funny… I need to write a ticked off Lethe more often… Maybe she’ll use shield-to-head-tatics on my horrendus writers block… Seems Muse Erdric is down in the Bahamas vainly trying to get a tan… see, the SOB burns like paper under a maginfying glass… *snickering*

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“Well, she’s not here. Now what, oh glorious high god?”

“It’s not my fault if she’s not where either one of us said.”

“Yeah, but you’re her ‘father’ so you should know where she is.”

“Guys, knock it off. I don’t want to drag either of you back to Iraina”

“He’s the baka who started all this!”

"Yeah, well, you joined in on it! You didn’t have to make that snide comment about my tail wagging!"

Lethe sighed dramatically as she dropped the nearly healed Ashitare down on the ground and shoved Tyral into the opposite wall. With nimble fingers, she made a motion and summoned her large, round and ornate shield.

“The next one who decides to be a jackass must face the consequences!”

Both men gulped and cowered down below the rim of the shield.

“Dearest one, forgive us.”

“Please?” Ashitare latched onto her tunic edge and turned large eyes upward.

"The shield stays out, so get your ass moving!"

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span style=”FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic”>Both jumped up, saluted and practically ran down the hallway. “Yes ma’am. Understood, ma’am!”

Lethe rolled her eyes. “Stupid men.”