Demon Part 8

The wind is cool, it has a slight bite when it blows around but the sky is clear and blue as the sun shines brightly in the sky. Kallan sits on a bench in the garden as she watches Oria scampers through the different parts of the garden. Getting any leftover dew on to her feathers, scales, and fur. Kallan takes another sip of tea and she starts feeding the garden again. She has already cleaned the apartment, even though Jim has seen it in every state possible.
She leans back against the wall and takes another sip. Then she hears it, or rather her magic allows her to hear it. The footsteps and then the lower door opening. And the enviable footsteps climbing up the stairs. Oria stops and her ears flick as her eyes stare towards the stairs. She quickly flings herself towards the tall grass and crouches down, ready. Kallan keeps a straight face.
 
“Dammit Kal why do you have to live in a place with so many stairs!”
 

Jim muttered under his breath. Knowing that it would carry to Kallan and hears her chuckle at him as her answer.
 
He walks down the winding footpath of the garden as Kallan has a mug blocking the lower bottom of her face. Then Jim realizes something is wrong but has no time to react as a 20 pounds worth blur attacks his side. Jim falls and ends of sitting on an unusually soft patch of clovers with a lap full of Oria, looking rather happy with herself.
 
All he could do is pat her on the head
 
“You know I am a healer right? Not target practice?”
 
Kallan walks up to them and plops down on the soft ground next to Jim and hands him a mug of tea of his own. Which Jim readily takes and Oria stretches her body and uses both of their laps
 
“Now I’m furniture.”
 
“You sure like to grump for someone who enjoys this.”
 
“And what makes you think I enjoy this.”
 
“I don’t know? Maybe, because the last time someone tried to pounce on you like that. You smashed their face into the floor and tranquilized them at the same time.”
 
“Why am I friends with you?”
 
Maybe it’s because I make sure when you fell you wouldn’t get a bruise on your butt.”
 
“My ass thanks you. Damn that idiot was heavy.”
“I should know I helped you drag his carcass onto one of the beds. I thought I strained my back.”
 
“No, I’m pretty sure it was your ribs from laughing like a lunatic the whole time.  Me tranqing that doofus was not that entertaining. I thought I had to give you a sedative.”
 
“It was hilarious and it is saved in the memory bank.”
 
Kallan smiled as she drinks her tea. Jim can’t help but chuckle at the incident also, that was a ridiculous day for the both of them. He drinks the tea down. It’s a green tea and mint mixture, lightly sweetened with honey.
 
“You like mint in nearly everything. You even put in your coffee.”
 
“Hey, it’s good and not too loud. She doesn’t like it when I have too much coffee. I swear she can smell my caffeine levels.”
 
They both look down and see Oria is napping. So they do the only logical thing. They sit and wait until Oria wakes up from her nap. They both take a sip from their mugs.
 
“Kal how much magic are you feeding this garden.”
 
She doesn’t answer and receives the patented. My name is Jim and you will tell me everything! Kall lets out a large sigh.
 
“Not that much.”
 
“But enough to make it feel like memory foam when I fell and not have any damage done to other parts of the garden.”
 
“Yeah.”
 
“Kal you know you have to be careful with that. Some asshat will try to write you up for it. Even if you are within your rights to do so.”
 
“Yeah.”
 
The mood is somber with the truth. Until Oria lets a chuffed sneeze and quickly settles to sleep again. Kal strokes her back and Oria snuggles into both of laps even more so.
 
“Looks like it might be a while but that’s what the weekends are for. To relax and drink bourbon.”
 
“I’ll attest to that.”
 
They clink their mugs and watch as a rainstorm pours onto one part of the garden.
 
—–
 
Kal sits at her desk trying to fill out paperwork. She feels a little dizzy. The over did it during the weekend and it is coming back with a vengeance. It had felt good going down and it allowed her to forget her troubles and worries. She has not done this to herself in a while and now regrets most ardently.
 
She wonders if Jim is any better? He woke up to a case of bed head that looked like he had never owned a comb much less seen one in his life. And he only started to form words after a few painkiller and a cup of the strongest tea she had. Which he sipped and cradled like it was life itself. Yup, definitely a rough Monday.
 
Kal was trying to fill out the next case. They are ordinary and mundane, which is something she can really appreciate. It has been quite in the explosion case. Enough time has passed where it looks like it is an accident. A number of unforeseen errors and coincidences, that had caused an incident to happen. And that is just fine with Kallan she is ready to rule it as an accidental incident. If only it the rings had not been there.
 
She grabs her cup and takes a large gulp of mint tea. No doubt Jim is drinking it by the gallons right now like she is. All Kallan knows is that she is getting too old for Monday morning hangovers, with a pre-dawn wake-up time.
 
Focusing again on her work she feels better and the tea is helping. Then for some reason, she feels faint. The colors turn black and white and everything is fainting into a pinprick of light. Kallan wills herself to expand the circle of light until it fills her vision again and everything comes back. With a taste of bile in her mouth.
 
Kallan looks around and few others look pale also. Then the intercoms turn on and a message is given through the loudspeakers. A very short message.
 
“There’s been another explosion.”

Leave a Reply