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Sole Wolfess and Kid
© 2021 by M. Mitch Marmel and Walter Reimer
(The Sole Wolfess and Aedith ‘Sunny’ Winterbough are courtesy of E.O. Costello. Thanks!)
Thumbnail art by
tegerio, art by 
marmelmm
Part Nineteen.
Most of the instruction Olivia had to give Sunny seemed to involve dancing and moving her paws to manipulate the Light. Well, not so much manipulate as spread the Light, using it to illuminate dark corners and to help people, to bring them cheer and healing.
That prompted Aedith to regale the tigress with how she’d met King Adler. Of course, she also explained who Adler Sartoriousson was, what part of the Shining Land he ruled, and how he was incredibly old.
[Note appended to manuscript: “Oi! Have a care, wolfess.”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “Elves Don’t Lie, Master. The High King is old. So shaddap.”]
She then related how the old man had made a request of her, and that she had conjured two balls of Light for him to help his aching knees feel better. She smiled when Olivia congratulated her on doing such a fine, gracious, and Elf-ly act for the elderly skunk.
Aedith started talking about Elfhame and the people who lived there. To her credit, Olivia was an avid and attentive listener, smiling and nodding as my daughter spoke of the Master and his mate, their children and everyone else who was living in the Lodge and Annexe.
When Aedith mentioned Nippy, though, Olivia’s tail twitched and her ears swiveled. Sunny prattled on, apparently having missed it, but I caught the Priestess of the Brilliant Light’s reaction.
Hmm.
Something about Nippy, eh?
The idea of having lunch at the teahouse just became even more appealing.
***
[Note appended to manuscript: “What?”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “I want to hear what you found out, wolfess. I’m all ears.”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “No, you’re all nose.”]
[Note appended to manuscript: (unintelligible grumbling)]
“Are you hungry?” I asked as Aedith and I left the Temple. It’d been a fairly long morning for her, and her tail and ears were drooping a little.
“Uh-huh,” she replied, and we both giggled as her stomach growled.
We stopped by DelFurrio’s, and Aedith was very pleased to see that one of her dresses, the one for special occasions, was ready. It was a beautiful cream color with yellow lace trim, and it fitted her perfectly. I cast a cleaning cantrip on her traveling clothes and cloak, folded them neatly and tucked them into my Elfintory.
“Well done,” I said to the reindeer and the anteater as Aedith pirouetted in front of a mirror.
“Very glad that you like it,” Dorotea said with a happy smile.
“Don’t you want something for yourself?” Lisbet asked.
I shook my head. “I’m not here for myself,” and I cast a small glamor to make what I was wearing appear to match my daughter’s dress. “But you could tell me a few things.”
“Sure,” Lisbet said, and both dressmakers’ ears perked.
“What do you know about the Teahouse of the Rising Sun?”
Dorotea spoke up. “It’s fairly old; I think it was there before . . . well, you know.” I did know, and she went on, “It has a great reputation, and the way you’re both dressed is perfect.”
“I’ve heard that their cream scones are amazing,” Lisbet added.
We all glanced at Aedith, who was looking up at us, her ears swiveling and eyes wide at the mention of scones. [Little Toy], the minkess automaton at the Master’s Lodge in Elfhame, makes very tasty scones, particularly persimmon-blackberry, much to the delight of the children swarming about the house.
[Note appended to manuscript: “I wasn’t aware that five children constituted a ‘swarm.’”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “They move around quite fast, in case you haven’t noticed.”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “Feeling your age, wolfess?”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “Why, I oughta . . . “]
Dorotea said that I could pay the remainder owed to them after the second dress was done, but they would let Aedith wear the sundress. My daughter gave both Dorotea and Lisbet hugs and nuzzles by way of thanks for their generosity, and we left the tailor’s shop.
I had to stop a member of the City Guard for directions, because while it is Elf-ly to wander about until you find your destination, I had a hungry wolf cub with me. He was quite friendly and informative, which was an agreeable contrast to the Red Caps one finds at the Capitals. Those tend to be uncommunicative, surly, and seemingly hired solely for the ability to display their chest measurements and hit drunken squaddies harder than aforesaid drunken squaddies can hit them.
The Teahouse of the Rising Sun was on a street sort of widdershins of the main square, with a neatly lettered and understated sign that, from experience, tells me that the furs running the place know what they’re doing and that their food is of exceptional quality. They don’t need to advertise.
Aedith and I stepped inside, and a slim terrier in a dress came forward to meet us. Recalling the note on the back of the card I asked, “Are you Ah Pon?”
Her ears flicked, but she said with a cheerful smile, “We are ah-pon until the fourth hour, Ma’am. This way, please,” and she moved off before I could rephrase the question. We were shown to a table where my seat had views of the door and the windows looking out onto the street.
A very, almost suspiciously, smart move on her part.
Aedith’s head was moving all around as she tried to see everything at once, and her paws kept running over the smooth, crisp white linen tablecloth. “This is beautiful, Mommy,” she said. She kept her voice low, apparently recalling the etiquette lessons that Anastasia had been trying to teach her.
“Yes it is,” I agreed. Everything was understated, but obviously elegant.
A rat femme wearing a black bombazine that reached from her throat to her ankles came forward and gave a slight dip of a curtsy. “Welcome,” she said. “Tea and cakes are being prepared. May I recite the carnivore’s menu while you wait?”
My daughter nodded, her eyes lighting up at the mention of cakes.
“Please,” I said.
“Thank you. Our special for today is trout with toasted almonds,” the rat said as we both listened attentively. “We also have steak tartare with roasted marrow bones, venison medallions with juniper sauce, and roulade of pork served with a port reduction.”
“Would you like the fish?” I asked Aedith, and she, looking a little bewildered at the range of choices, nodded. “The trout for my daughter, and I’ll have the tartare and marrow bones, please.”
“Of course, Ma’am.” Another sight curtsy, and the rat shimmered off.
Very like Nippy in that regard, but I kept my thoughts to myself, for now.
The tea was served in thin bone china cups, alongside a three-tiered cake tray bearing a variety of small confections. There were cream scones, and from the look on Aedith’s face when she tried one, I think that they justified the place’s reputation. She graciously let me have one, while she took the rest. Fortunately for her appetite, she did show some restraint and sipped her tea daintily as we waited for our lunch.
That meal was definitely worth the wait. Sunny’s trout was just the right size for someone her age, topped with savory slices of toasted almond. She appeared to enjoy it very much, while my steak tartare was almost meltingly tender, seasoned perfectly, and the bones had been cut in half with the marrow seasoned and topped with cheese before being cooked. It was served with toast points, and I let Aedith try some of it.
She liked it.
We were sipping tea and nibbling the occasional cake when I felt a gentle tap at my Elf-mind. “Yes?” I asked as I touched my lips with a napkin.
I glanced to my left, and the bear femme that I had encountered at the Temple was standing by the door to the kitchen. “I beg your pardon for the intrusion. May I approach?”
“You may.”
The bear stepped forward and gave a warm smile to Aedith before greeting us both. “I am the manager,” she said. “I am the Matron.” She had an easy and approachable demeanor, while still managing to maintain the distance between customer and staff.
“Hello, Matron. My name’s Aedith,” my daughter said. “This is a very nice place.”
That earned her another smile, and the two began to chat away. Another, slightly different conversation took place simultaneously in Elf-mind.
<NEXT>
<PREVIOUS>
<FIRST>
© 2021 by M. Mitch Marmel and Walter Reimer
(The Sole Wolfess and Aedith ‘Sunny’ Winterbough are courtesy of E.O. Costello. Thanks!)
Thumbnail art by
tegerio, art by marmelmmPart Nineteen.
Most of the instruction Olivia had to give Sunny seemed to involve dancing and moving her paws to manipulate the Light. Well, not so much manipulate as spread the Light, using it to illuminate dark corners and to help people, to bring them cheer and healing.
That prompted Aedith to regale the tigress with how she’d met King Adler. Of course, she also explained who Adler Sartoriousson was, what part of the Shining Land he ruled, and how he was incredibly old.
[Note appended to manuscript: “Oi! Have a care, wolfess.”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “Elves Don’t Lie, Master. The High King is old. So shaddap.”]
She then related how the old man had made a request of her, and that she had conjured two balls of Light for him to help his aching knees feel better. She smiled when Olivia congratulated her on doing such a fine, gracious, and Elf-ly act for the elderly skunk.
Aedith started talking about Elfhame and the people who lived there. To her credit, Olivia was an avid and attentive listener, smiling and nodding as my daughter spoke of the Master and his mate, their children and everyone else who was living in the Lodge and Annexe.
When Aedith mentioned Nippy, though, Olivia’s tail twitched and her ears swiveled. Sunny prattled on, apparently having missed it, but I caught the Priestess of the Brilliant Light’s reaction.
Hmm.
Something about Nippy, eh?
The idea of having lunch at the teahouse just became even more appealing.
***
[Note appended to manuscript: “What?”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “I want to hear what you found out, wolfess. I’m all ears.”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “No, you’re all nose.”]
[Note appended to manuscript: (unintelligible grumbling)]
“Are you hungry?” I asked as Aedith and I left the Temple. It’d been a fairly long morning for her, and her tail and ears were drooping a little.
“Uh-huh,” she replied, and we both giggled as her stomach growled.
We stopped by DelFurrio’s, and Aedith was very pleased to see that one of her dresses, the one for special occasions, was ready. It was a beautiful cream color with yellow lace trim, and it fitted her perfectly. I cast a cleaning cantrip on her traveling clothes and cloak, folded them neatly and tucked them into my Elfintory.
“Well done,” I said to the reindeer and the anteater as Aedith pirouetted in front of a mirror.
“Very glad that you like it,” Dorotea said with a happy smile.
“Don’t you want something for yourself?” Lisbet asked.
I shook my head. “I’m not here for myself,” and I cast a small glamor to make what I was wearing appear to match my daughter’s dress. “But you could tell me a few things.”
“Sure,” Lisbet said, and both dressmakers’ ears perked.
“What do you know about the Teahouse of the Rising Sun?”
Dorotea spoke up. “It’s fairly old; I think it was there before . . . well, you know.” I did know, and she went on, “It has a great reputation, and the way you’re both dressed is perfect.”
“I’ve heard that their cream scones are amazing,” Lisbet added.
We all glanced at Aedith, who was looking up at us, her ears swiveling and eyes wide at the mention of scones. [Little Toy], the minkess automaton at the Master’s Lodge in Elfhame, makes very tasty scones, particularly persimmon-blackberry, much to the delight of the children swarming about the house.
[Note appended to manuscript: “I wasn’t aware that five children constituted a ‘swarm.’”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “They move around quite fast, in case you haven’t noticed.”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “Feeling your age, wolfess?”]
[Note appended to manuscript: “Why, I oughta . . . “]
Dorotea said that I could pay the remainder owed to them after the second dress was done, but they would let Aedith wear the sundress. My daughter gave both Dorotea and Lisbet hugs and nuzzles by way of thanks for their generosity, and we left the tailor’s shop.
I had to stop a member of the City Guard for directions, because while it is Elf-ly to wander about until you find your destination, I had a hungry wolf cub with me. He was quite friendly and informative, which was an agreeable contrast to the Red Caps one finds at the Capitals. Those tend to be uncommunicative, surly, and seemingly hired solely for the ability to display their chest measurements and hit drunken squaddies harder than aforesaid drunken squaddies can hit them.
The Teahouse of the Rising Sun was on a street sort of widdershins of the main square, with a neatly lettered and understated sign that, from experience, tells me that the furs running the place know what they’re doing and that their food is of exceptional quality. They don’t need to advertise.
Aedith and I stepped inside, and a slim terrier in a dress came forward to meet us. Recalling the note on the back of the card I asked, “Are you Ah Pon?”
Her ears flicked, but she said with a cheerful smile, “We are ah-pon until the fourth hour, Ma’am. This way, please,” and she moved off before I could rephrase the question. We were shown to a table where my seat had views of the door and the windows looking out onto the street.
A very, almost suspiciously, smart move on her part.
Aedith’s head was moving all around as she tried to see everything at once, and her paws kept running over the smooth, crisp white linen tablecloth. “This is beautiful, Mommy,” she said. She kept her voice low, apparently recalling the etiquette lessons that Anastasia had been trying to teach her.
“Yes it is,” I agreed. Everything was understated, but obviously elegant.
A rat femme wearing a black bombazine that reached from her throat to her ankles came forward and gave a slight dip of a curtsy. “Welcome,” she said. “Tea and cakes are being prepared. May I recite the carnivore’s menu while you wait?”
My daughter nodded, her eyes lighting up at the mention of cakes.
“Please,” I said.
“Thank you. Our special for today is trout with toasted almonds,” the rat said as we both listened attentively. “We also have steak tartare with roasted marrow bones, venison medallions with juniper sauce, and roulade of pork served with a port reduction.”
“Would you like the fish?” I asked Aedith, and she, looking a little bewildered at the range of choices, nodded. “The trout for my daughter, and I’ll have the tartare and marrow bones, please.”
“Of course, Ma’am.” Another sight curtsy, and the rat shimmered off.
Very like Nippy in that regard, but I kept my thoughts to myself, for now.
The tea was served in thin bone china cups, alongside a three-tiered cake tray bearing a variety of small confections. There were cream scones, and from the look on Aedith’s face when she tried one, I think that they justified the place’s reputation. She graciously let me have one, while she took the rest. Fortunately for her appetite, she did show some restraint and sipped her tea daintily as we waited for our lunch.
That meal was definitely worth the wait. Sunny’s trout was just the right size for someone her age, topped with savory slices of toasted almond. She appeared to enjoy it very much, while my steak tartare was almost meltingly tender, seasoned perfectly, and the bones had been cut in half with the marrow seasoned and topped with cheese before being cooked. It was served with toast points, and I let Aedith try some of it.
She liked it.
We were sipping tea and nibbling the occasional cake when I felt a gentle tap at my Elf-mind. “Yes?” I asked as I touched my lips with a napkin.
I glanced to my left, and the bear femme that I had encountered at the Temple was standing by the door to the kitchen. “I beg your pardon for the intrusion. May I approach?”
“You may.”
The bear stepped forward and gave a warm smile to Aedith before greeting us both. “I am the manager,” she said. “I am the Matron.” She had an easy and approachable demeanor, while still managing to maintain the distance between customer and staff.
“Hello, Matron. My name’s Aedith,” my daughter said. “This is a very nice place.”
That earned her another smile, and the two began to chat away. Another, slightly different conversation took place simultaneously in Elf-mind.
<NEXT>
<PREVIOUS>
<FIRST>
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Wolf
Size 1280 x 871px
File Size 162.2 kB
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They didn't order them.
(After cooking, there are meat juices left in the pan. The pan is deglazed with some liquid, usually wine - in this case port - to create what's called a pan sauce. The mixture of meat juices and wine is then simmered down, or reduced, to make the sauce.)
(After cooking, there are meat juices left in the pan. The pan is deglazed with some liquid, usually wine - in this case port - to create what's called a pan sauce. The mixture of meat juices and wine is then simmered down, or reduced, to make the sauce.)
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