Sometimes, you're a visitor in an unfamiliar place. Such was the case for young Damon. He had been invited to come to the home of his half-sister Ella MacDuff after school. Ella then promptly left.
Ella's mother and her mother's husband decided to simply sit on the porch and enjoy the brisk winter day. Having the whole place to himself, young Damon did what any self-respecting opportunist would do.
He went on a treasure hunt. However, the treasure that caught his eye, and distracted him from seeking any more treasures,
was a purple zebra pony. Obviously, only the rarest of treasures will please this young lad.
In another part of town, someone else found themselves in an unfamiliar place.
A young tourist from France stumbled upon a handsome gentleman in the park.
"Bonjour," she greeted him, "I am afraid I 'ave lost my way. Could you 'elp me?"
"Ah, I can tell from your lovely accent that you are from France, my dear," the elven prince greeted her. "I am a bit familiar with French culture myself."
"Truly?" she asked, a bit surprised.
"Indeed," he answered, waving some strange little stick around.
"Frog legs, for example," he continued, "are considered quite the delicacy in France."
She didn't respond to that statement, so he continued, "And instead of saying 'yes,'"
"you say, 'oui oui,' which tends to make small children here giggle."
She simply stood in her own stench and soiled state staring at her arms.
"Well, if you'll excuse me," he said politely, "I must be off to work. Au revoir!"
On his way to his job, his Watcher updated him on his sister's progress.
"As you'll recall," she started, "your sister had been courting the son of her Nancy."
"Well, it seems her heir might be on the way. At least this way it will have some of Nancy's DNA in it. Oh, she broke up with Malcolm immediately after she learned she was pregnant," and she sighed.
Dahlia, meantime, was extinguishing a fire which Breagadoir had, apparently started in the front yard.
Breagadoir had been amused when he got the call.
"If I had anyone else I could ask," she had said, "I would have."
He was amused that his particular skill set had put him in this position.
Belinda Crumplebottom needed
his help. He enjoyed knowing just how much it was turning her goody-goody stomach to ask for his assistance.
"You were the only one who had both the needed skills and the knowledge of the guilty party," she began.
"Okay," he said, "I'll bite. Who's the guilty party?"
She paused for a moment, then said, "Annalove Ivy."
Seems Miss Annalove had made the little bit of money she'd scraped together to get the house by associating with some less-than-reputable citizens. How ironic that Breagadoir was finding the evidence against her.
And it seemed she'd had a male visitor that night.
Interesting, thought the elven prince.
However, his thoughts were interrupted as Annalove finally came out (he'd been banging around loudly enough for the neighbors to hear, after all). Given this wonderful opportunity, he practiced the bladder control spell again. It worked.
Once again, as a young elven heir simply works on his homework, he is watched by a shadowy stranger.
When the investifgator brought news of his discovery to Belinda, she was delighted.
"Exactly as I thought," she said happily. "Now we'll just have to pull together and council the poor girl through this. Maybe we could have a bake sale to raise money for her and the kids."
This was disappointing to the prince, so he decided to end their interaction on his own terms.
Worn out from a hard day's work, Breagadoir went home and climbed into bed...with the maid.
