Smooglenuff Wine: The Beginning
Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2021 4:12 pm
Vhalar 10, Arc 721
On the morning of the 10th of Vhalar, Doctor Devin Thorn, High Priest of Delroth and Baron von Smooglenuff, was sitting at the vanity table in his room, dressed in a lime-green suit, with an off-white shirt underneath, and holding a very soft and luxurious brush with a wooden handle in his hand. He was not brushing his own hair this time though. No, this time, he was brushing someone else’s hair – or rather someone else’s fur.
On his knees was his pet flunny that was mor or less a bunny with wings. He held it gently with one hand while he used the brush with his other hand. He was pretty much just stroking the flunny, but it still did not look particularly happy which puzzled him a bit to be honest.
“Don’t you want to look nice and pretty?” he asked the animal that squirmed a little and scratched its head in order to get it to calm down. “I have to brush you in order to remove the loose hair and the dirt that’s in your fur. And we’ll have to clean your eyes and your ears and your bottom as well so that you’ll stay healthy. Aidan said so, and he’s pretty much a veterinarian”, he informed the flunny in no uncertain terms.
Truth to be told, he’d rather not clean his flunny’s bottom, but the alternative, a stinky flunny with dried poop on its bottom was even less appealing. Maybe, he thought as he did his best to groom his flunny before he decided that it had had enough for good, he should convince Aidan that it was in everybody’s best interest that he, the expert, cleaned the flunny’s bottom. After all, you could probably cause a lot of damage if you did something wrong!
Bribing his roommate with food usually worked. Maybe, he should offer to bake cookies for him?
Having come to the decision that he would do that the next time the flunny needed to be groomed, he checked the little animal’s eyes and cleaned the outer parts of its ears before he released it as it had been growing increasingly restless over the course of the past couple of bits. The flunny briefly shook itself before it spread its wings without further ado and landed on a nearby bookshelf where Devin wouldn’t be able to reach it.
It was just as Devin put his things away and tried to remove flunny hair from his pants that he heard a knock on the door. When he called out to enter, one of the servants walked into the room, carrying a shiny silver tray with an envelope and a couple of trinkets on it.
“Cally’s sent another letter, Your Grace”, the servant, a human male that was approximately middle-aged told him and proceeded to bow slightly. “And you’ve received more of those gifts.”
Devin’s eyes lit up as he heard that, and he proceeded to smile all over his face. Somehow, his giving people gifts had inspired others to do the same. That was awesome. He loved getting gifts, and he loved inspiring people, and he was just about to take a look at what exactly he’d gotten, when something suddenly occurred to him, and he subsequently turned to the servant once more. “Are the people who brought these things still here?” he wanted to know. “It would be rude not to thank them personally!”
When the servant nodded, he quickly grabbed a cloak that matched his suit and hurried downstairs and out of the manor. There were a man and a woman, both human and with brown hair and dark eyes, walking down the road. When they heard him approach, they turned around. Upon recognizing him as Baron Devin, both of their eyes widened noticeably.
“I just wanted to thank you two for your nice gifts”, he said, grinned and bowed deeply, one hand on the center of his chest before he extended a hand for them to shake. They hesitated a bit at first before they shook his hand, first the woman and then the man, and smiled.
A few moments later, after a quick chat, Devin was back in his room. He grabbed the letter, grabbed his new gifts and plopped down on his bed in order to take a closer look at everything. The gifts were awesome, but the letter was even more so because it was about wine – again!
On the morning of the 10th of Vhalar, Doctor Devin Thorn, High Priest of Delroth and Baron von Smooglenuff, was sitting at the vanity table in his room, dressed in a lime-green suit, with an off-white shirt underneath, and holding a very soft and luxurious brush with a wooden handle in his hand. He was not brushing his own hair this time though. No, this time, he was brushing someone else’s hair – or rather someone else’s fur.
On his knees was his pet flunny that was mor or less a bunny with wings. He held it gently with one hand while he used the brush with his other hand. He was pretty much just stroking the flunny, but it still did not look particularly happy which puzzled him a bit to be honest.
“Don’t you want to look nice and pretty?” he asked the animal that squirmed a little and scratched its head in order to get it to calm down. “I have to brush you in order to remove the loose hair and the dirt that’s in your fur. And we’ll have to clean your eyes and your ears and your bottom as well so that you’ll stay healthy. Aidan said so, and he’s pretty much a veterinarian”, he informed the flunny in no uncertain terms.
Truth to be told, he’d rather not clean his flunny’s bottom, but the alternative, a stinky flunny with dried poop on its bottom was even less appealing. Maybe, he thought as he did his best to groom his flunny before he decided that it had had enough for good, he should convince Aidan that it was in everybody’s best interest that he, the expert, cleaned the flunny’s bottom. After all, you could probably cause a lot of damage if you did something wrong!
Bribing his roommate with food usually worked. Maybe, he should offer to bake cookies for him?
Having come to the decision that he would do that the next time the flunny needed to be groomed, he checked the little animal’s eyes and cleaned the outer parts of its ears before he released it as it had been growing increasingly restless over the course of the past couple of bits. The flunny briefly shook itself before it spread its wings without further ado and landed on a nearby bookshelf where Devin wouldn’t be able to reach it.
It was just as Devin put his things away and tried to remove flunny hair from his pants that he heard a knock on the door. When he called out to enter, one of the servants walked into the room, carrying a shiny silver tray with an envelope and a couple of trinkets on it.
“Cally’s sent another letter, Your Grace”, the servant, a human male that was approximately middle-aged told him and proceeded to bow slightly. “And you’ve received more of those gifts.”
Devin’s eyes lit up as he heard that, and he proceeded to smile all over his face. Somehow, his giving people gifts had inspired others to do the same. That was awesome. He loved getting gifts, and he loved inspiring people, and he was just about to take a look at what exactly he’d gotten, when something suddenly occurred to him, and he subsequently turned to the servant once more. “Are the people who brought these things still here?” he wanted to know. “It would be rude not to thank them personally!”
When the servant nodded, he quickly grabbed a cloak that matched his suit and hurried downstairs and out of the manor. There were a man and a woman, both human and with brown hair and dark eyes, walking down the road. When they heard him approach, they turned around. Upon recognizing him as Baron Devin, both of their eyes widened noticeably.
“I just wanted to thank you two for your nice gifts”, he said, grinned and bowed deeply, one hand on the center of his chest before he extended a hand for them to shake. They hesitated a bit at first before they shook his hand, first the woman and then the man, and smiled.
A few moments later, after a quick chat, Devin was back in his room. He grabbed the letter, grabbed his new gifts and plopped down on his bed in order to take a closer look at everything. The gifts were awesome, but the letter was even more so because it was about wine – again!