Eggs

Artifacts of the Arcane by Jake Kerr, Book three, The Cup of jam Sheet, Chapter six. Eggs. It wasn't to city. It was a town that looked like it had barely entered the twentieth century. The roads were dirt and had clearly seen the traffic of horses and carts more than automobiles. What I really notice, however, was that there was no sense of impending danger from the Germans. It was a calm, beautiful village, and it was exactly what we needed. I pointed to a cafe a bit down the road. This couldn't be any better than if we had planned it. Nailmi looked grim and ignored me. You'll look beautiful in that cafe in your black dress, even after such a long walk. I'm not wearing the dress to look beautiful. I looked at Iggy, but he didn't so much a shrug. Fine, let's get some food and we'll hopefully put everyone in a better mood. The cafe was mostly empty, so we decided to sit outside and enjoy the quaint village. Iggy took care of ordering in French. Well. Naomi stared off into the distance. I couldn't take it anymore, so I just blurted out, what's wrong. Naomi looked at me as if she was going to say something, but then just dared. Please, Naomi, I don't know what I did wrong. Just tell me so I won't do it again. Her face softened, and then she looked at me. I was worried about you and kin Tommy, and you just dismissed my concern out of hand, as if it didn't matter. She turned away again. But hey, that's okay. You're the arch mate. I'm just presumably here to blow things up. I was going to apologize further and let her know that she was amazing and so much more than just someone had blew stuff up. She protected us, She gave everything to us, and she did it not because she would get anything out of it, up because she cared. But then I thought of the enslaved merits on the trains, their rage and pain so visceral, and the sound of the whaling train whistles. I thought of the gin enslaved in bottles at the mercy of humanity. And finally I thought of the poor dragon zay Haack, the mightiest of the magical creatures, his freedom stolen from him. But even worse Jemshen cutting him into pieces solely to power magical artifacts to make himself stronger. I'm so thankful you're here to help me, Naomi. I am, but I need you to think of the bigger picture. I need you to blow things up. I need you to cast shields. I need you to do all those things, but not for me. For zay Haack. He's been imprisoned for centuries and every day for him is torture. Instead of replying, Naomi stood up and walked away. Where are you going? I need to use the powder room. Turn to Iggy? What's wrong with Naomi? You are acting in a way that hurts her feelings, and it is upsetting her which way. I don't think I'll ever understand her. I'm outlining to her how her magic means more than just me, and she gets offended. Iggy had nothing to add, so I called the waiter over and asked him to refill my water. We lingered in the cafe for a time. Although the conversation was awkward and the long silences were a welcome relief. As we walked back to the road, I tried to make sense of what was going on. Something had changed, only was mad at me. Well, that was actually fairly common, but even that felt different. Iggy, who never said much, didn't express any opinion on her path forward. More than anything, he seemed introspective. I finally couldn't take it, and I spoke up as the village disappeared behind us. Is something wrong? Everyone is so cool? Wyat? Has anyone noticed that the people were watching us? In Sarah's I turned to Naomi, not any more than usual. A blonde American and in a beautiful dress and a scruffy boy, all traveling with a man who doesn't blink, doesn't talk, and looks stiff and uncomfortable. I mean, that's not exactly normal in the French countryside. It's more than that. She sounded thoughtful, and the return of not angry Naomi made me feel better. I'm used to the stairs, but this is different. I saw people moving out of the corner of my eye, and at one point I thought I saw a group point at us. She stopped, which made Againe I stop and turned to look at her. I think we're being followed, All. The more reason for us to get transportation or help. Will not only get to Germany faster, we'll leave anyone following us behind. You only ignored my comment and looked at Aggy. Are we being followed? Yes? I don't know who is following us. However, I didn't consider it important. Not important me. I remind you that Tommy was just attacked at the hotel. You just may want to consider it important. As Naomi said the words important, she used her fingers to make quotation works. I had never seen it before, and I found it hilarious. Iggy didn't seem to grasp the humor, and to be honest, Naomi didn't seem to be in a humorous mood. Still, her sarcasm was funny as long as it wasn't aimed at me. Tommy could not be hurt while bearing the coat of Babar ad Beyon. Worrying about attacks is a waste of time. Iggy's point made total sense to me, but Naomi frowned and didn't say anything else as we continued our walk down the road. We walked for what seemed an hour, with automobiles passing in both directions. The fields were beautiful and untouched by preparations for impending war. There was wheat and some kind of flour. It was very different than my experiences in England and my hope of Manhattan. The sun was beginning to set behind us when I heard the odd sound of klop klop, klop thud. I turned and watched as a horse and wagon leazily made its way toward us. The sounds were its hoofs pounding on the road, one of which was missing a horseshoe. The driver was staring at us as he approached. I tapped Iggy on the shoulder, Hey, can you ask him if he can give us a ride? It looks like he's heading our way and even no small distance would help. His wagon appeared mostly empty and open to the sky. I wasn't sure what it had contained, but I was sure I could deal with it as long as we could get off our feet. Iggy spoke up, saying something in French. What started a conversation with the man in the cart who had stopped beside us. The conversation seemed pleasant, and the driver had a jovial manner, a wide smile filling his face as he listened to Iggy talk. He didn't look like a farmer, but he had denim and a flannel shirt that at least indicated that he wasn't a business man and certainly not in the military. With a wave, the man motioned toward the cart, while Iggy turned to us. He can take us nearly all the way to Reams. I thanked the driver with probably the only French word I knew, mercy, which elicited another smile. We climbed into the back of the wagon, and before I could even sit down, the klop clop clop thud continued, and we were on our way. Naomi was sitting across from me, but looking off into the distance. I knew she was still mad at me, and it was killing me inside. I didn't know how to make things better. However, I knew I had to try. She looked fearsome in her black dress with the wind blowing her hair, but she also looked beautiful, so I blurted out, you look pretty. Naomi slowly turned toward me, but her expression didn't change. She glanced down and smiled slightly. You know you're sitting in a pool of broken eggs. I sat up quickly, and she was right cursing. I looked around for cloth, as the broken eggs had run along my pants and we're all over the coat of Invincibility, Naomi laughed. I guess embarrassment doesn't count as harm, because do you have egg wall running down the coat? She was right, and I wiped the egg with my hand, only getting my hand messy as well. Darn it, Naomi only laughed louder. I'm sorry for laughing, Tommy, but the whole thing is so funny. The coat of invincibility defeated by eggs v the powerful weapon of embarrassment. I thought of her comment, If embarrassment is the only thing that can hurt me, I'd be fine in the middle of Nazi Germany. Defeated by eggs, I smiled, going down in defeat with the Black Witch, whose only useful spell was ineffective at stopping the mighty egg yolk. I laughed and turned to Iggy. So how would you defeat the mighty egg? Iggy slowly glanced down at the mess of broken eggs between us. I'd idiot. I looked at Naomi and we both smiled at the same time. A podcast Alchemy production H