This is Part 36 of an on-going serial I’m writing called, “Lyr the Enchanter”. To read the story from the beginning, you can find the story index, here.
There was a loud bang on the side of the floating carriage. Adrastia and I both jumped, though it was barely enough to break through the fog of shock.
‘Lyr? Say something?’ Adrastia prompted.
‘Out! Out! I’m the captain of this carriage-ship and I order you both to disembark!’ Flandario opened the doors and manhandled each of us from out of the carriage.
‘We’ll talk later,’ I hissed at my wife, though what she expected me to say, I don’t know.
‘Stop, stop!’ the mad magician shouted. ‘You both are being too serious. You’re going to ruin a perfectly wonderful time. And I won’t stand for it.’
I turned my attention to the magician. ‘What are you bumbling about, you fool? A picnic? A picnic? You said we had somewhere important to go!’
‘And who knew enchanters were such spoil sports! No cake for those who won’t smile. Captain’s orders.’
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #36 | Word count: 150