Aug 8
Triple:
A triple crack of lightening gave whumpee an ominous feeling in their chest.
But they kept driving.
Their mistress, an ancient empress from what they'd gathered, was sat perptly in the center of the backseat.
Back straight, though, her face held a scowl.
Whumpee was responsible for transporting their mistress with discretion. So that's what they did.
And so they would for the coming fifty years.
As they were informed by the empress, she cared not for modern transportation.
She could sense they were long living. Whatever that meant...