jeriendhal | 365 Days of Drabbles: Day One Hundred-Seven and One Hundred-Eight

For

seawasp: "The dangers of cross-fictional travel."

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"So how are we doing?" Tez asked, keeping an eye on the tall lizard and her dark-skinned human companion, as they chatted with a grumpy looking fox person and another lizard of the same apparent species.

"Well, so far the three wazagans appear to be from separate universes, but only two of them are the same as the two fox folks', the other is with the boy and the hyena," Maria said. "The last I saw of the other humans after they'd finished beating to death the mechanical foxes they had brought with them, they were running the direction of town screaming 'We're free! We're free!' I sent Sinod's boy to round them up. I'm a bit more disturbed that Andrea is apparently triplets now."

"Well it could be worse," Tez said.

"How could this be worse? We're almost out of hors d'oeuvres!"

"Imagine if the evil twins start showing up."

Maria gave him a deadly glare. "Do not even go there."

A black shadow passed over the manor's yard, then a dragon as big as the manor itself dropped down to land, a grumpy looking woman in an elegant dress on its back.

"It just got worse," Tez said mildly.