My pet responded to my dilemma by vigorously chewing at an itch on his foot.
“Thanks a lot, Gleep old boy,” I said, smiling wryly despite my ill humor. While I obviously hadn’t really expected any glowing words of advice from my dragon, I had at least thought my problems were serious enough to hold his attention. “I might as well be talking to Aahz. At least he looks at me while he’s chewing me out.”
Still smiling, I picked up the goblet of wine I had brought with me for moral support and started to take a sip.
“Oh, Aahz isn’t so bad.”
For a startled moment, I thought Gleep had answered me. Then I realized the voice had come from behind me, not from my pet. A quick glance over my shoulder confirmed my worst fears. My partner, green scales, pointed teeth and all, was leaning against the wall not ten feet from where I stood, and had apparently been listening to my whole oration.
“Hi, Aahz,” I said, covering my embarrassment with a forced smile. “I didn’t hear you come in. Sorry about that last comment, but I’ve been a little …”
“Don’t worry about it, Skeeve,” he interrupted with a wave of dismissal. “If that’s the worst you’ve had to say about me over the years, I figure we’ve been doing pretty well. I do lean on you kinda hard from time to time. I guess that’s gotten to be my way of dealing with stress.”
Aahz seemed calm enough … in fact, he seemed to be suspiciously calm. While I wasn’t wild about his shouting at me, at least it was consistent. This new display of reasonability was making me uneasy . . . rather like suddenly noticing the sun just rose in the west.