Ok…….Ya’ll…..if you get a second go stop by Raine’s blog and read the interview she did with Miss Mae, owner of the diner in Once in a Blue Moon.
Warning, DO NOT DRINK while reading it and intense laughter will bring children running from far away to know why. 😀
Now on to my interview with Lord Drey of Brigia from Raine Weaver’s Rhenn.
I shivered under the fur robes and thanked all the gods of Rhenn that Iâ€™d brought a tape recorder for my interview with Lord Drey. Never mind the heavy tapestries on the walls and the fires that burned in fireplaces at each end of the long room it was freaking cold. Too bad he and Aryenne couldnâ€™t go back to Makharia where it was warm. â€œDo you mind if I tape this?â€
He frowned at the tiny black micro cassette, his reddish eyebrows pulling together. â€œTape?â€
â€œYeah! Thisâ€”â€œ I forced myself to slip a hand out into the frigid air and pick up the recorder, â€œâ€”records everything we say.â€ I pushed the off button and rewound it so he could hear what weâ€™d just said.
â€œAmazing!â€ Five very chilly frustrating minutes ticked by while Lord Drey played with the recorder.
â€œSo itâ€™s okay if I tape this?â€
He nodded and picked the tape recorder up, holding it about an inch from his mouth. I reached out to take it away then sat back as his hand went to the sword sheathed at his side.
â€œYou donâ€™t have to hold it,â€ I said with a shake of my head.
â€œI like to hold it.â€ His grip tightened on his sword.
â€œOkay.â€ I wasnâ€™t about to argue with an armed man. â€œSo, now that thereâ€™s peace between your people and the Makharianâ€™s what do you do with all your spare time. For fun?â€
â€œYeah.â€ I smiled at him through numb lips. â€œFun like ice skatingâ€¦â€ my voice trailed off at his frown.
â€œIceâ€¦skating. What is this ice…skating?â€
â€œItâ€™s an earthling thing. You donâ€™t look like the ice skating type anyway.â€ I gave him another once over, taking in the fur-covered boots. â€œUnless you were playing ice hockey.â€
â€œIceâ€¦hockey?â€ His thick red eyebrows rose, disappearing under his long bangs.
â€œIâ€™m sure itâ€™d be right up your alley!â€ Too bad my cell phone range didnâ€™t extend to Texas, so I could call someone in the know about hockey. â€œYou put on pads, and ice skates and you skate up and down likeâ€¦maybe a lake or somethingâ€¦chasing a small puck. Itâ€™s like a patty–” I made a round shape with my hands, “–but hard. Itâ€™s a real rough sport, the guys fight and knock out each otherâ€™s teeth and stuff.â€
He nodded his head, looking as gleeful as a kid at Christmas at the idea of fighting. â€œPads,â€ he barked right into my poor tape recorder.
â€œYou could use furâ€¦extra fur. Oh, and the goalie wears a mask because of the flying pucks.â€
â€œFlying pucks,â€ he breathed, his eyes bright. Almost as bright as theyâ€™d been earlier when weâ€™d chatted with Aryenne.
Guilt gnawed at me over what Iâ€™d done. Would the women of Brigia hunt me down and make me slide across a pond naked for introducing their men to one of the most brutal sports on Earth? Or would they thank me? Yeah, thatâ€™s itâ€¦theyâ€™d definitely thank me.
Visions of grandeur and teams named after me danced in my head the whole flight home. :flirt: