Hey to both of my readers!
You recall that time what I interviewed people and they steered me directly inter the dragons as a way to locate Madame B. I has a piece of paper what says dragons dragons dragons so a’courst I’m onter something fer sure.
Dragon places … feels spots on. And that Miss Aura, she says she would send a note to Miss Mari with some dragon places idea’rs, basically all I have ter do is wait, I’m mostly supposin’.
So’s I wait outside o’ Miss Mari’s entrance with a basket o’ my best eatin’ spongiforms what I collect outa my backyard, cuz it’s mostly underwater bein’ a swamp and all. There’s some nice bits, over ta ther schoolhouse and what have ya. Good spongiforagin’ iffn you want tho.
Miss Mari rezzes inter Mudflats and I jump up and brush spongiform bits outa my beard and greets her proper, like. You don’ wanna be standin’ in front o the grid owner lookin’ fer the favors when you got beetles nabbin’ bits o’ spongiform and draggin’ ‘em deeper inter yer beard, sorta thing.
“Hiyas, Miss Mari,” I sez, stickin’ out my hand respectful-like, “did Miss Aura send a list of dragons places ter yer attention?”
Miss Mari smiled and slipped past my hand ter give me a wee hug. “Hi Trey. I have not seen Miss Aura’s note yet. How is the security business going?”
“Well Miss Mari, I been securitizin’ the rezz outa the place!” I knowed she’d be wantin’ to know I been diligentinin all over, though basically I walk around lookin’ fer the food for the tomorrow. And I scritched at my head and figured on that note-part of ther response fer a bit, while ‘preciatinin’ the hug.
“So’s no note yet? Does yer expect one sooner or later?”
Miss Mari smiled again, “Why yes, I do. Would it be okay if I sent a note to her as a reminder?”
She had me there, tryin’ ter figure iffn Miss Aura would react the good way or t’other way what nice society types react. But Miss Mari suggested it so’s I figured she wasn’t pushin me under the yak, sort o’ thing, so’s I agreed.
“I’ll do just that and let you know when I have a reply,” Miss Mari says, “and I suggest you ask Reyn about places where dragons abide. He’s always on the lookout for rock structures and should have bumped into dragons every now and then in opensim.”
I nibbled at a stretchy, orange strip of salty spongiform, thinkin’ that I don’t mostly see the Landlord ‘ceptin when I blows up a thing or two. Usually he’s pointin’ out itsa “material piece of the landscape” and sorta sighs. Seems to suck the sense o’ humor right out of him cuz he just looked at me when I said blackened mountain ranges is slimmin’.
“Thank ya kindly, Miss Mari. I ‘preciate yer advice. Just what I needed.” And some willow roots to take the sting outa the orange stuff, I decided. So tha’s what I went and did.
That’s what I was doin’ when the Landlord found me. He told me Miss Mari had told ‘im I wuz lookin’ fer him.
Reyn and I were under the 17-prim table holdin’ our breath real quiet like, when Da’s Da rumbled “Prims don’t grow on trees ya know …” and I slapped my hand over my mouth to stop from followin’ with “they just look like they do.” It’s the family motto, sorta. Reyn almost slapped his hand over mine.
Da didn’t look, he pointed ter the door and quietly said “Out.” We scrambled over each other, Reyn and I, cuz it were pretty quiet, that “out.”
Before the door auto-closed behind us, I could here Da sayin’. “The land impact of our bedroom is none of your business, and we aren’t even using 30% of our prim allowance. We’re fine, Drift.”
Da’s Da said somethin’ but by then we were too far away ter hear anythin’. Reyn said we should go rez lizards in the market bread cart, and that sounded like a good afternoon, and we raced over ter the market.
And after that memory moment, I didn’t figure him as the Landlord, but as Reyn, and I been his alt since forever when we grew up in the opensim. And I ‘membered he an’ Skye always looked after me, and wore a lot o’ mud with me, and Reyn even showed me how ter apply transparent textures on roads fer the joke, with me, since forever.
So I asked him ‘bout the dragon places and he said let’s sit in the shade. And it wuz another good afternoon.