| The Two from Tea-a By: Skylar Inari She glided down the street imperiously refusing to give way to anyone that was below her station or equal to it. Her name was Leaflet and she was a middle-class Tea-spoutian with luxurious deep green hair that fell in waves to the back of her knees and delicately tinted pale green skin. She was obviously not from Winnipeg, and just as obviously had no idea where she was and that it was June. Leaflet just assumed that the stares and pointed fingers were just poor barbarians who had never seen a civilized woman before. Her dress made of fine linen had large flowers embroidered on it, and the knee-high sandals were done up tightly. She looked every inch a superior being and she knew and reveled in it. Turning a corner, she stumbled. Catching herself she turned to rip the offender to pieces with her vocal prowess. Nobody made her fall. Nobody. The only problem was that there was nobody to dress down. An ordinary plum had nearly caused her profound embarrassment. How dared it? Against her! She was mad. Picking up the plum in preparation to fling it against a wall as hard as she could, Leaflet was stopped. By a larger hand that felt rough against her soft, silken skin. Infuriated at the second disruption in as many minutes she spun, yanking her captive hand free and raising her other in her defense. Again she was prevented from enacted her revenge. Her captor was much stronger than she was (since it was unlady-like to have real muscles) and could easily block anything she thought of. Looking up, to better scold her rude and unkind captor, she came face to face with an oaf. A peasant who dared to interfere! Leaflet fumed. She'd teach that horrid, horrid lowlife to treat her with the proper respect if it was the last thing she did. She scornfully noted the lack of proper clothing the rustic wore. Honestly, who in their right mind would wear a multi-colored shawl with high-heeled boots and a pirate shirt. Didn't the inbred little bumpkins have anyone to even teach them how to dress? Ugh. Apparently not. Feeling ill, she nonetheless matched the hayseed farm girl's glare for glare. She would be the winner in this game, but first...Leaflet glanced around and noticed to her chagrin a growing crowd of barbarians gathering about to watch a scene. Wrenching her arm free she gracefully bolted through the crowd knowing that the violent lout would follow if only to torment her more. Leaflet absolutely had to find a better, more classy place to have the confrontation. It would devastate her reputation to have one on the street like a commoner. *** Piano ran a hand through what little hair that wasn't covered by her multi-colored shawl and stared in shock disbelief as the Tea-spoutian dashed away. With her plum. She had been walking along planning whose life to interfere with next and then all of a sudden she had been in a completely different world full of smoke, loud noises and ugly people. She had dropped her plum and had gone to retrieve it when she realized that her precious plum was in danger by the only other person as far as Piano could see that came from Tea-a. And it had just been her luck that the only other of her countryman that happen to be in this world was a middle-class, stuck-up, undisciplined excuse for a normal being. Honestly, how could someone have any fun if they spent all their time learning how to stick their nose in the air? Her people, the Tea-cupians were far more laid back. If only it had been a high-class Tea-teaian that she had run into, that would have been dealt with easily enough but now she had to go and chase the little ninny who had run off with her plum. Following the trail of shocked, pointing people (who had apparently never seen a green person before, how odd) Piano found herself in a huge garden of peonies and couldn't remember how she had gotten there. But no matter, her quarry was just ahead seated primly and properly on an ironwork bench running idle fingers through her hair. Pacing up to the green-haired irritant, Piano stuck her hand out in an obvious demand to get her plum back. To speak to the annoyance would only complicate things and it was getting hot and Piano just wanted her plum back and to curl up in the shade. If only. But, no. The fates were not that kind. For the lush plum was now no more and the green-haired being seemed incredibly smug about said plum's fate. Piano gave up and sat beside the being. After all, neither of them could help what they were and it was at least normal to have one pulled over on her by a Tea-spoutian, and really, it was just a plum. And, as every Tea-cupian knew: If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. ---- End Back to Original Fiction Back to Fiction Back to Home |