Author's Note: This starts right where I left off in Part 13...right as Lucretia walks towards her father. I will add it here for continuity.
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Lucretia dropped her spell the moment she saw Marid and her eyes were wide and had gone completely black. Gwen finished her turn and squealed before getting up from the couch and sprinting over to join the vampire in squeezing me! And I thought Jemima was squeezing me too hard!
"I am so glad you're alright...so worried...look a new scar!" Their words washed over me and I could feel their care and concern. They really did care about me! That thought rose above the other feelings and I could feel unashamed tears fill the corners of my eyes as I hugged them back.
"I missed you too guys!" I murmured and relished the soft arms around me. I could feel Lucretia let go of my hand and I watched as she stepped into the room and slowly approached her Da...I mean, Papa.
(Lucretia's View)
My Papa!
I walked closer, slowly...still in my human form but even that comfortable shape was trembling as my true form fought to reach the surface. I could smell him now, he was always larger than me, and smelled of dry heat and stone. I reached a hand out and laid it on his bicep, trembling a little.
"Papa...?" I was almost ashamed at the Timidity in my voice, but a larger part of me wanted to laugh and dance!
"My Little Bird!" He rumbled, and I could feel my skin tingle with the power of his voice. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gwen's hair begin to fluff up from the static charge! My Papa was as full of emotion as well, made me feel better about being timid. Hearing his voice say my name after only hearing Balmont say it as a way to torment me, I let out a sigh and a knot in my chest began to loosen. My Papa was in front of me and I hadn't seen him in over 30 years. This called for something special!
My form changed in mid swing, my muscles groaning with the strain as I aimed a blow to the center of his chest. My foot darting forward at the same time to strike him in the knee! I solidly hit on each blow, only to find his large black hand holding my fist against his shoulder and his leg turned so my foot was resting on the thick part of his thigh! He was smiling down at me, his teeth so white in that dark face of his. Papa reached down and folded my wings back as he gathered me in his arms and picked me up against his broad chest. I felt more than heard his words as he murmured to me.
"Oh, my Little Bird! My precious Daughter! You still remember my lessons well!"
"Always strike when not expected!" I whispered back and cuddled my arms around his neck. I let Papa feel the sharp tips of my claws on the back of his neck and he chuckled darkly. "Good girl!" Then set me back on my feet. His large hands, my Papa's large hands and fingers touching me! He placed them on my shoulders and started to turn me, I stepped back raising my arms and arching my wings while turning. I could feel my Papa looking at me, I could feel his Pride!
(Greg's View)
"Look at you my Darling!" Marid gushed, his voice rumbling like thunder over the horizon. I could see Lucretia's face smiling as she preened before her dad, or papa, or...just Marid.
I should just call him Marid. Or should I call him Dad? I mean I am sleeping with his daughter, and we are in a relationship. I mean I call her mother, "Mother" so would I call Marid Dad? Oh...shit! I am having sex with his daughter. Mother had no problem with it but this is her father, and I have been boning his "Little Bird!" He is a djinn, and djinn are not really known for their patience and understanding. They are noble and powerful beings with a mercurial nature. Marid is a force at the very least as strong as Mother, which means much stronger than me. I had only met him once with Lucretia just as my roommate. We hadn't done anything really sexual beyond kissing. Now, considering not even 15 minutes earlier she had been bent over my kitchen table...
"You appear to be well Gregory, both inside and out?" Marid asked.
While having a whole lot of thoughts run through my head I had missed Gwen and Jemima stepping away from me as Marid came closer. Lucretia was standing next to him, her arm around his waist as his arm was around her shoulders. She was giving me a strange look. Marid just seemed to smile knowingly, which made my skin crawl! I wondered if he could read minds too like Mother could? Or if he had just been around long enough to be able to guess at what I was thinking?
"I am doing better than well," I answered, "It's good to see you again...am I supposed to say something formal on meeting you or...something?" I held out my hand to shake, but got a shock when he brought both arms forward and gripped my face in his large hands and kissed me on each cheek before embracing me! I almost tried to yank away from him until he released me and gave me a small bow while words I did not understand were spoken. He bowed once and kissed his fist, again and held out an open palm to me. I looked at his hand, and said, "I do not understand..."
Lucretia who was beaming at me said, "Papa is offering you his thanks, and his Blessing on us."
"That's great...so what do I do?"
"I assume you would tell him you accept?" Lucretia volunteered.
"How would I do that?" I asked back.
"Just tell him you accept!" Lucretia said, sounding a little exasperated.
"I don't speak the language he is speaking..."
She started to open her mouth, then considered. "I had forgotten that Master, I apologize." She walked next to me and took my left hand in hers, then spoke the words of...acceptance? I think? The way it sounded she could have been telling him anything from an algebraic equation to the Gettysburg Address! The response seemed good though as Marid stood and waved his hand at the center dining room table. In changing clouds of colored smoke platters and trays of food appeared along with drinks and candles and lamps of oil. Thinking back on it, I am able to better describe the foods.
There were several types of salads, and something called "mezze"...which didn't help since there were several small plates that Lucretia called mezze! Which, as explained to me, mezze means "Appetizers!"
This made sense as the olives, goat cheese, grape leaves, hummus and dates all couldn't be called mezze, they were just too different from each other!
Then came the main course, meat that tasted like beef and some fish from different plates all seemed to be cooked in an oddly spiced tomatoe sauce of some sort and was then served over rice. I asked the names of these dishes but I still can't pronounce them to this day! Except for one, and it wasn't a dish, but I fell in love with this drink of theirs.
I think I would drink it over Mountain Dew, if a choice came down to one or the other. I hope I never have to make that decision.
Its called Aryan, and at first I thought it was a milkshake until I saw it was not thick. So I thought it was just milk, with a foamy head on the top of the glass and a sprig of mint leaves to garnish it. I had an extra bit of this meat and rice and it was a bit spicy. I reached over and thought I was downing a big swallow of milk, but I was only half right!
I spluttered but swallowed, didn't want to appear rude to our host. I finished my mouthful and then took another sip. It tasted like watered down, salty, yogurt and mint. Which sounds disgusting I know, but...I'll be danged if it didn't quench my thirst and take the fire out of those spices! In fact, after my second and third drink it tasted really good!
We were halfway into the main course when the front door of the Gatewatcher's home opened and shut and a voice called out into the house.
"Jemima! Gwen! I am home and you are not going to believe what happened last night! Greg's Dad and Lucretia showed up on Pack Lands and "Spoke" to dear old daddy and the bullshit he has been pulling..."
Hildy came walking in.
She kept right on talking as she walked into the dining room her head lowered and sighing, "I didn't even have the energy to stop by the hospital to see how Greg was doing. There is so much stuff to catch you up on..."
