| Pilgrimage 27 March 2006 Microfic: What is a drannit? |
It looked like an oversized hockey puck: No eyes, no tail, no legs that he could see, no obvious
mouth.
“What does it do?”
“Eats, sleeps, craps. Nothing useful.”
They had traveled a very long way just to satisfy his curiosity. He tried to explain. “She called
me … I mean him … she called me a drannit.”
“You told me, Dad. That was a long time ago though.”
He didn’t want to leave. The motionless lump, no matter how ugly, was a tie to Aeryn. “She
wasn’t supposed to die before me, D’Argo … not so soon. I miss her so much.”
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mouth.
“What does it do?”
“Eats, sleeps, craps. Nothing useful.”
They had traveled a very long way just to satisfy his curiosity. He tried to explain. “She called
me … I mean him … she called me a drannit.”
“You told me, Dad. That was a long time ago though.”
He didn’t want to leave. The motionless lump, no matter how ugly, was a tie to Aeryn. “She
wasn’t supposed to die before me, D’Argo … not so soon. I miss her so much.”
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