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A Conversation Between Sheridan & Savannah
January 16, 2017 “SHERIDAN!”
~Gulp~ “Yes, Miss Savannah.” She answers in a small voice.
“We need to talk, little pixie. I’m a little put out with you.”
“I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I’m really, really, really sowwy.”
She lowers her head for a moment, before raising it again to look at me. She smiles her cheeky, cute smile. The one I have a seriously hard time resisting and staying mad at her when she uses it. And she uses it quite often to get her faerie butt out of trouble. But, I’m resolved today to really get on to her.
“But I just wants it sooooooo badly.”
“We’ve talked about this.”
She lowers her eyes to floor. “I know. But I wants it.”
“But we can’t always get what we want. You know that.”
“But. But.”
“No buts, young lady. You can’t be in every story Drake, Bear, and the Breeds are in.”
“BUuuuuuttt.”
I sigh. My resolve is weakening. I know, on some level, the pesky pixie will not stop until she gets her way.
I wish Bear was here. He never gives into Sheridan. Ever!
“Just…Pweeaase.”
“Alright. I’ll make you a deal.”
She claps her hands. The little heifer knows she’s won already.
“We will leave it up to our friends here. If they say you should be in Legends of the Breeds, I’ll figure out some time traveling BS and make it happen. BUT, a consensus wins. Majority Rules. If they say you are in enough of the Breeds and Touch of the Irish stories then hands off, or mind off Legends. I need my sleep. And you pestering me while I’m trying to get some isn’t helping. Agreed?”
She nods enthusiastically. Her small hands clasped together with the fingers intertwined as if she is about to pray, is a little too much for me, but it is Sheridan after all. Who knows, perhaps she is praying to some faerie goddess to win you over to her side. As if she would need it.
“I will start.”
She fluffs her dress and acts as if she is going to wait patiently, but I know this pain in the ass all too well and so I wait for it.
And there it is.
Under her breath, “Don’t you always.”
I roll my eyes. Insolent little witch.
“I no witch. I’m a faerie.”
“You’re about to be a wingless faerie. Again. Remember, it was ultimately my decision to allow Aine to take your first set of wings. I can pluck the new ones just as easily.”
“Meanie butt.”
“Behave.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She fluffs her skirts again then sits on the air like she is sitting in a chair, and crosses her legs. Demurely, she crossed her hands and places them on her knees. She’s good. I’ll give her that much. She can be as sweet as can be, but never underestimate her cunning, devious little mind.
She winks at me. “It’s all yours, Miss Savannah, but I must beseech our friends to be nice to me in their decision making.”
Ugh! As if all of you need her beseeching you to do anything. No matter what trouble that girl stirs up, you always love her.
“Okay. Are you comfy?”
She smiles and nods.
“May I start now?”
She smiles widely and nods her head more enthusiastically. She is such a ham. And a pain. But, always entertaining.
“Okay, this is what happened.”
“I’m ready.”
“Sheridan, I’m talking now. You will get your chance in a minute.”
“Sowwy.”
I just bet you are. “Okay, this is what happened. I had been up late last night, actually, I’d been up all night long writing. It was 5 AM and I was exhausted after the marathon write I had, and was more than ready for a good 7-8 hours of sleep.”
“She really did have a marathon writing session…Not that I was in much of it.”
“Sheridan.”
“Sowwy. Please continue.”
“I think I was asleep before my head actually touched the pillow, but my mind was still very much into writing and it seemed all of my characters wanted a minute or two with me. I was having lovely dreams of Drake, Bear, Devin, Viktor, Duncan, Dominick, Grayson…”
“Yeah, Yeah. We all knows you have all them hottie hard bodies to dream about. Get on with it.”
“SHERIDAN!”
She bats her eyelashes and smiles sweetly, “So sowwy.”
I roll my eyes. “Where was I?”
“Listing all them hot…”
“Not another word or I swear I will gag you.”
She sticks her tongue out at me. She knows I have absolutely no way to gag her. She also knows I really don’t want her gagged. She is such a source of amusement.
“Now, where was I?” I cut my eyes to her and she makes a motion as if she is locking her mouth and tossing away the key. If only. “I was dreaming these lovely dreams. That was where I was.”
“I was dreaming these wonderfully entertaining, and yes some hot, dreams, when suddenly I was in a thick copse of trees. I could see something moving back and forth, back and forth, through the heavily, overgrown foliage. Tentatively…”
“HA!”
“Sheridan!” I growl.
“Sowwy.”
“Tentatively, I make a window of the foliage, by spreading it apart gingerly, so I can see better what caught my eyes. There, on a swing made of vines and covered in a vibrant array of flowers sat a tiny creature swinging back and forth, back and forth, laughing and giggling and humming.”
“It was me. And, I do likes to sing.” She looked at me. “What? It’s true. AND, and, and, YOU never tell them much about me the person.”
“Sheridan, please.” I’m growing weary.
“Oh-Kay” She begins to pout.
I let her.
“The tiny creature was humming and having a rather enjoyable time swinging. I ask:”
“Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“I have permission. My friend told me I could swing ANY time I wants.”
Sheridan, I should have known. “Sheridan, what are doing at Drake’s Legends of the Breeds Lair.”
“Swingin’ and a singin’”
“Yes, but aren’t you supposed to be grounded at the modern day Lair. Didn’t Bear tell you, you weren’t supposed to leave the Dragon’s Lair in the 21st century.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She kicks her legs out as she leans back to swing higher, “But, what the Old-As-Dirt-Grouchy-Bear doesn’t know, doesn’t hurt ME.” She states in her bizarre insolent/sing-song voice.
“I’m not so sure about that. Bear was pretty angry with you last time I talked to him.”
“He’s being a PITA.”
I have to chuckle. If anyone of us is a pain-in-the-ass it is the pixie flying on a flower covered vine swing. “Okay, Sheridan, why are you here? What do you want?”
“Why do I have to wants somethin’?”
“Because it is you, and you always want something.”
“You’re mean today.”
“I’m honest today, as I am every day. So spill it, little pixie. What do you want from me now?”
In a flash she was off the swing and flying straight at me. If she had tires and was on dirt you could have heard them screech to a stop when she was an inch from my nose. I’m used to this from her, and didn’t even bat an eyelash. “Nice trick.”
“True. True.”
“So, what is it?”
“I wants to be in Legends of the Breeds. I needs to be in that story.” She taps me on the forehead with her tiny little finger. “YOU NEEDS me in that story.”
I begin to shake my head ‘No’. “I can’t do it, Sheridan. We’ve discussed this already. You aren’t old enough to be in that story.”
“Why? There ain’t no nekkid humans. Or gods. Or shifters. Or dragons. Or Bears. You promised this one wouldn’t have none of that sexy stuffs in it. BTW, I thinks that’s a HUMONGOUS MISTAKE. Everyones loves the sexy stuffs.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s not that kind of story. We’ve had this discussion as well.” I have to smile. “You’re such a horn-dog.”
“Not Trues. I just loves them sexy, beasty, shifter types.” She nearly swoons as she clasps her hands together and places them over her heart.
“You are such a drama queen.” I chuckle. “I’m really sorry, Sheridan. But the answer has to be no. You just aren’t old enough, hon. I wish you were. I could really use you in the story. But, there isn’t any reason for you to be there, and I have no idea how I would explain your presence when you are so very young, and it has been established that Drake is alone all this time.”
“But. But.”
“No buts, Sheridan. I’m sorry. I just can’t do it. The answer is a hard no.”
She stomps her foot on the air she is hovering on. “You are so mean! And quite rude.” She opens her hand and blows on her palm, blowing pixie dust in my face. “Be Gone!”
And suddenly I was both laughing and tad angry, but also awake. I look at the clock beside my bed and realize, I didn’t get my 7-8 hours of much needed sleep. I’d only had 5 and ½ hours of sleep. “Sheridan!” I growl.
‘You shouldn’t be so mean to me. If you were nicer, I’s have lets you sleep longer.’
So there you have it friends. That is how I was awakened this morning.
“Sheridan?”
“Yes ‘am?”
“Do you have anything to add?”
“Not too much. Yous is honest. Yous always honest. I would just like to add, I NEEDS TO BE IN THAT STORY!”
And there you have it folks. This is what it’s like living with a sometimes sweet, mostly bratty, pain in the ass, but always entertaining pixie.
Should I find a way to add her to Legends of the Breeds. Or, which makes more sense, should I leave it like it is without her being there until she arrives in the human world to help Candice? I leave it up to you.
“Pwease. Pwease. Pwease. Pwease, let me be in it.”
“Good bye, Sheridan.”
“Good bye, Miss Savannah. Huggies and Luvies.”
“Yes, I love you too, my cute little PITA.”
She sticks her tongue out at me again, “Meanie Writer!” She disappears in a flash.
So typical of her. She always has to have the last word in our discussions.
I leave it in your hands. Should Sheridan be in Legends of the Breeds? All Rights Reserved
Sheridan is a Copyrighted Character in the Touch of the Irish and Breeds series.
Savannah Morgan
January 2017
