June 2025 Realmgard Short Scenes: Day 5
Sally Bite
Today's scene features the Lyte Brigade: Nolan, Matilda, Amara, Falcata, Pela, and Tancred. And also Sally Lyte is here. She likes biting people…
The Lyte Brigade’s scheduled strategy session is, in many ways, a fairly typical one. Up to and including the presence of a certain tiny interloper. The six members of the Lyte Brigade are seated around the table and the interloper in question is all but dangling from her favourite arm by her teeth.
“So, Miss Sally,” Tancred asks, glancing down to where Sally is clamped to his arm by her teeth. “Is there anything in particular I might be able to help you with?”
Sally shakes her head.
“Well, is there any reason in particular why you’ve decided I’m due to be bitten?”
Sally shakes her head.
“I see.”
Sally has made it clear that Tancred is, in her words, ‘the funnest one to bite.’ As such, he is often the member of the Lyte Brigade she bites most frequently.
He turns back to the rest of the Lyte Brigade. The guild of young adventurers is in the middle of their latest strategy session. “Now, Nolan,” he says. “You were saying something about defensive formations?”
The five members of the Lyte Brigade blink in bemusement at the sight of Sally still clamped resolutely to his arm.
“Your concentration is remarkable,” Falcata notes. “You must teach me your methods.”
“Doesn’t that hurt?” Pela asks. “She’s got you good.”
“It would be unbecoming of a gentleman to raise a fuss,” Tancred offers.
Amara nods silently in agreement.
Tancred shrugs. “I’m working under the assumption that Miss Sally will get bored eventually if I just ignore her.”
“Well, that,” Matilda offers, speaking from experience. “Or she’ll just bite you harder.”
Sally decides that’s a good idea.
Tancred winces as Sally bites down with more force. “Yes. Thank you, Miss Matilda.”
Nolan clears his throat, trying to bring the rest of the Lyte Brigade’s attention back to the task at hand. He couldn’t insist on having these strategy sessions every other day if they weren’t important!
“Okay,” he continues, glancing down on the various foodstuffs and condiments he’s laid out on the table to stand for the members of the Lyte Brigade. “So, I’m the pepper. Amara is the salt. Matilda is the garlic. Pela is the cookie—”
“Could I possibly see that cookie, Nolan?” he asks.
Pela is beginning to suspect the details of Tancred’s apparent plan. “Don’t you dare!”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” Nolan says.
Tancred snatches up the cookie and holds it out to his tiny tormentor.
“Here’s a cookie, Miss Sally,” he offers. “Could you perhaps bite it instead?”
“Oh,” Sally says happily, detaching herself from Tancred’s arm. “A cookie.”
She snatches the cookie and eagerly chomps into it.
“Bye, everybody,” Sally says, happily skipping away. “That was fun!”
“Thank the Powers,” Tancred mutters.
Pela watches in horror. “She ate me! Again! No fair! Why am I the only one she ever eats?”
“Because she doesn’t like garlic,” Matilda notes.
Pela sits back in her chair, glumly crossing her arms over her chest.
“Next time,” she mutters, “you can be the cookie, Tancred.”
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