Hi guys, just putting in a small request for a snippet if possible, why you ask, well I’ve just lost my crochet bag which contained a hat I just finished today, 1 mitten and the rest of my large ball of Caron Cake yarn and hook. Everything is replaceable but you can imagine Ilona if you lost your current project. Plus it’s a Monday and cold.Shahin
Oh no. That really sucks. Okay, well everything from Emerald Blaze is too spoilery. How about Dina and Sean instead?
I opened the parchment and read it. This was shaping up to be a hell of a holiday. I passed the message to Sean. He read it.
“A family dispute, party of sixty-one?”
“It looks like two sides of the same family have descended from two brothers. One of them left and founded an influential philosophy school on a different planet, while the other remained and founded his own philosophical academy. Now they are feuding about which of the brothers can truly be considered the family’s founder: the one who left to colonize the new planet or the one who stayed on the original world. Whoever wins probably gets to declare that their philosophy academy is superior. They’d invited a wise elder to settle their dispute.”
“Sixty-one new guests. Seems like it would be good for the inn, but you don’t look happy.”
“They are koo-ko.”
Sean looked at the ceiling. “Show me a koo-ko.”
A screen slid from the wall. On it a being about thirty inches tall spread its plumage. Soft cream feathers covered its face, brightening to shocking pink on the back of its head and back and turning vivid crimson on the wings and bushy tail. A second pair of appendages that resembled front limbs of a dinosaur or perhaps a monkey if the monkey somehow grew talons, thrust from underneath the wings.
The oversized tail marked the koo-ko as a male. He wore an elaborate pleated harness that fit over his head and sat on his shoulder, then widened into a lavish utility belt stuffed with electronics, quills made from bright feathers, and rolls of something suspiciously resembling toilet paper on a wide bobbin.
The koo-ko looked at us with purple eyes, fluffed up his feathers, and strode back and forth, his plump body rocking with each step.
Sean cracked a smile. “They are chickens.”
“Technically they’re not even avian.”
“Dina, we’re going to host sixty-one space chickens.”
I gave up. “Yes.”
“And they’re going to argue philosophy.”
“Mhm. This means they will want a forum with a podium and a debate circle, and a coop to sleep in, and we have to buy a lot of grain…”