The Angels Saga - Sword of Andorra - Tea with Lady Dashington

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Tea with Lady Dashington

'Alladain. Why are you so out of fashion?' queried Lady Dashington.

Alatura looked at his son. 'Oh, this is the fourth quarter,' he said.

'Since Melladon 3 weeks ago,' replied Lady Dashington.

Alladain shrugged, and sat down. 'Mother, I will update to this final quarter centurie's fashion next time. I am aware of it now. I am old, mother. I do not always take note of the time of the day or even the day itself much anymore. The years often lapse in my personal knowledge. You usually inform me, of course.'

'Life can work like that,' commented Karel, sipping on Lady Grey tea. 'When we get ancient, we sort of can drift, especially if life has treated us well. We get used to comfort and doing our own thing, and forget simple things which are often taken care of for us.'

'Send him to the trenches,' smiled Uriel.

'Perhaps we should,' said Lady Dashington, looking at her son in light lime green clothing disapprovingly.

'Now, Uriel,' said Lady Dashington.

'Can I say something?' interrupted Alladain.

Lady Dashington looked at him, but did not speak.

'The people have a penchant for hybrids at the moment. The colours are not really an issue, but a lot of things in demand wish to have mineral, metal and wood in combinations in their designs. They want to have some new styles for a while.'

'I see,' said Lady Dashington, almost, but not quite disapprovingly.

'Yes. Yes, I think I've heard about that,' said Alatura, sipping on his whiskey.

Lady Dashington checked her skirt, adjusted it and looked at Karel. 'There would be no problem in readjusting the contract, would there?'

'It's quite set,' said Uriel. 'But we always have the options to limit quantity demanded due to unforseen circumstance, and we can of course enter a separate negotiation with other product being the thing you are after.'

'We'll do that,' said Alatura.

'Uriel,' said Saruviel.

Uriel glanced at his slightly younger Seraphim brother. 'Can I request a spiritual cipher code for the base of many of the figurines,' said Saruviel.

'Which Anima do you wish to invoke?' queried Lady Dashington, her face now lively.

'This and that,' said Saruviel, still gazing at Uriel. He turned to Lady Dashington. 'Oh, only pleasant stuff. I wouldn't dream of anything else.'

'Shouldn't be a problem,' said Uriel.

'I will – compensate you,' said Saruviel.

Karel looked squarely at Saruviel. 'Why?' she asked.

'Oh. Well, I'm enjoying my time here in Alatura's realm. It's – unique.'

'Always has been,' sighed Alladain.'

'You say that as if you are disapointed,' said Lady Dashington.

'No. That's not it. I like it very much. It's just a bit – predictable. Could use a bit more diversity.'

Lady Dashington looked at Alatura. He turned to his son. 'One day we will be going through another phase of development on this particular issue. For now it is not a concern. There is a plan.'

'Right,' replied Alladain.

'No problems then,' said Saruviel, sipping his tea and standing.

'No,' said Uriel.

'Thank you Lady Dashington. But I'll be leaving your gracious company.'

Lady Dashington smiled at Saruviel as he departed.

Karel's face was in a frown. 'What's up?' asked Uriel.

'Nothing,' said Karel. But that was not the truth of Karel's suspicions.

The End