After over a year of break, I thought I'd try my hand at writing again. Prompt by @flashfictionfridayofficial: Green With Envy
Title: Rainy Days
WC: 392
Ryn sat at the front desk, half watching the usual quiet bustle of the library. Their new favourite client, who was well on his way to becoming a permanent resident, was buried in history and... was that physics? Why on earth would he be looking into advanced physics? Hector was there anyway, answering his questions.
They could feel Sophie behind them, fiddling idly with a stack of books, and Hamlet in the back room, supposedly taking inventory. Most likely, he too was twiddling his thumbs. The rain discouraged the older morning lot of clients, and the children were in school or sleeping.
Speaking of children. A shift in the energy outside notified Ryn that a bunch of rowdy tweets were heading their way. Seconds later, Fluffy gave a short bark, greeting the soaking, muddy kids. Ti and Frean were leading a group of maybe five or six other people, chatting and laughing. Ryn stood to greet them, and subtly remind them to please leave the umbrellas, rain coats and mud OUTSIDE the door. No such luck. As soon as he spotted them, Frean launched himself at them, giving them an uncharacteristic hug. Ryn suspected it had something to do with the water on his coat, and they thanked the Light for compact wool sweaters. They hugged him back however, making a show of picking him up and cooing. Two can play a game , Fae or not. Once he was securely back on the floor, Frean looked up and blurted:
“Why is envy green?” he sounded so innocent and genuine, Ryn could only blink, confused. “At school, today, we had to use the phrase ‘green with envy’ why is envy green?”
Like a cat waking up from a nap, stretching and then setting out for a fight with the carpet, the rhythm of the bustle picked up immediately.
With a sigh, Ryn directed the boy toward the nearest dictionary and went to settle the rest of the kids in comfy bean bags. They sent Ti to the back room to let Hamlet know she arrived, and counted heads for hot chocolate. Sophie went looking for an age appropriate story to read or game to play, while Fluffy rushed to lick everyone’s hands and get ear scratches, Hamlet mopped the floor, grumbling. The only one unaffected was Hector, who continued his conversation unperturbed, save for a smirk at Hamlet's predicament.
As always, criticism is welcome! Thank you @rainy-rose for "lending" me Hector.
