reply to post by HelenConway
Alfie padded from room to room ‘yowling’ loudly; he was a ginger and white male cat – with specks of gold lining the tips of his ears and his
back. The stripe on his back was like a golden spear and when he was angry it glowed and shimmered. He was displeased right now and he did not care
who knew. In fact he wanted, Mr Gustav and Aira to know how decidedly ‘unpleased’ he was.
He had been waiting for his food in the kitchen when the humans caused that smelly explosion; they had been so intent on their sparkling cookery and
entranced by the bright lights that followed and flew across the room. He felt as if he might as well not have been there at all.
He noted that they did not even spot that he had flounced out, in full tail flare mode. Being noticed was very important to Alfie, he liked to be
admired, he liked his humans to attend to his needs when necessary.
Didn’t they know that he was hungry? Didn’t they know that his fur was precious? Anyone of those flare things could have singed his beautiful,
thick, coat. Did they not realise how long it took to groom such a coat? Each hair was methodically and meticulously, licked at least thrice a day.
Yes Alfie was extremely indignant.
After a suitable vocal display, Alfie noticed the silence. Curiosity quickly replaced feelings of huffy vexation. Yes he was a very curious cat
indeed. So, with a swish of his tail, he rearranged and flattened his fur and pattered back down to the kitchen in search of breakfast, again.
Peering cautiously around the old door, he was surprised to see that Mr Gustav and Aira were nowhere to be seen.
In fact, he noted with a sliver of annoyance, that his feeding bowl was still glaringly empty.
However – the room was still full of glittering lights. It was illuminated in the most peculiar way. A vortex of silver iridescent plumes, darted
here and there in circular motions. They formed pricks of light that seemed to dance, whizzing at speed and forming a larger circle that had a
shimmering silver blue centre which pulsated rhythmically, like a heart.
There was a shuffle and a cough and then Aira and her father, Mr Gustav, appeared from behind a large wooden cupboard that had seen better days.
They were staring at the lights and Mr Gustav had a very worried expression on his face. He rubbed his chin and frowned, distractedly, he pushed his
messy dirty blonde hair away from his eyes and groaned.
‘ Oh no what have I done – this is all wrong, this is very bad, Aira you have to call the dragons, we need their help’
edit on 15-2-2013 by HelenConway because: (no reason given)