Fictober, Prompt 24 – “Is this supposed to impress me?”
Original fiction, fantasy.
Uzela turned her great, scaled head this way and that, surveying the vault. She paced forward through the wealth we had amassed so far, her steps more careful than I would have supposed possible for a creature of her size. I paced alongside her, not liking to go far.
Not that there was anything I could do now if this went awry. I knew the risk I was taking.
“Is this supposed to impress me?” she rumbled after a few more minutes. “The halls of your ancestors—”
“Best to leave the halls of my ancestors out of this conversation, don’t you think?” I interrupted, my own eyes narrowing.
Uzela turned just enough to pin me with a golden, slit-pupiled eye. “I have little first-hand knowledge,” she said. “The hoards of others are often known to us, at least in general scope.” I wasn’t sure if I could believe that or not, but took a deep breath and let the anger over past thefts pass.
I was trying to prevent that very thing happening to us, after all.
Returning to her original question, I said, “Whether you are impressed or not is irrelevant. All I want to know is: will you do the job?”
She looked away from me again, and was quiet for long moments.
“If I were to say no, what would you do?” The golden eye turned to me again, just barely.Continue reading