Hermonia was confused and her face screwed up in concentration. Crispin was clearly upset and so was the fairy Arsenic but she didn’t understand why. So, in an attempt to make peace, Hermonia scooped up Crispin in her arms and went running off toward the back door of Rachel and Roland’s back door.
Crispin was so startle by the abrupt change that he was speechless, that is until he heard the riotous, raucous laughter of Arsenic from behind him. The laughter was loud and grating and sent Crispin over the edge. He quickly became a snarling, angry ball of white fur intent on escaping the arms of Hermonia. Hermonia was oblivious to Crispin’s anger or Arsenic’s mocking laughter, for despite Crispin’s intense anger he had yet to scratch or harm Hermonia. His struggle to escape was little more than a non-dragon cat put up when trying to escape the loving grasp of a three-year old captor.
“I have to set you down now Crispin so that you can come inside and meet Grammy and Grandaddy.” Hermonia said as she carefully set Crispin down on the grass. She was attempting to jump up to open the back door and didn’t see the white streak as Crispin launched himself at Arsenic.
Hermonia got the door open and promptly turned around to gather Crispin in her arms once more. He wasn’t where she left him and it broke her heart. She immediately burst into sobs, so loud that they sounded like thunder to the fairies still transfixed by the Crispin and Arsenic affair, Hermonia sobbed and fairies watched, Crispin and Arsenic circled one another like prized fighters waiting for the bell to be rung.
Crispin’s voice was low and grumbly, “You will keep your alleged knowledge to yourself if you know what is good for you.” The words were spat out with such force that there was no doubt of the implied threat behind the words.
Arsenic laughed, although he did move away ever so slightly from Crispin. “What will the big bad dragon kitty do to me?”
There was a collective gasp from the fairies. Their horror at Arsenic’s taunt to Crispin was palpable. But despite their obvious fear, not one fairy flew away home. Instead their collection of delicate but brightly colored wings pressed closer to the two combatants.
Crispin shook his head, he was trying to clear his ears because he couldn’t believe that this flower fairy had just challenged him publicly. His ears appeared to be working just fine though because Arsenic was still laughing at him. “Listen here you pathetic excuse for a flower fairy,” but before he could finish he was rudely interrupted.
“Pathetic excuse am I?” Arsenic sneered as he interrupted. “I’m not the one living lie. I am who I am, I don’t have two faces unlike a certain kitty dragon I know.”
Again the fairies gasped and pressed forward. Crispin growled, “Alright, time to settle this between us and away from prying eyes and ears.”
Arsenic stepped forward, staring cautiously at Crispin and saw no threat and no deceit in his hazel green eyes. “Agreed, where too?”
Crispin thought for a moment and said, “Climb on and I’ll tell you in midflight, that way we can’t be followed.”
Arsenic thought briefly but agreed to Crispin’s terms. His fire red wings a momentarily blur of motion as he climbed on Crispin’s back. His wings a small red smear against the crisp white fur of Crispin. The gathering of fairies was stunned by this turn of events and watched as the two combatants lifted off and were soon nothing more than a white blur amongst fluffy white clouds.
Crispin spoke as he flew, “We will go to where Buttercup and Norman first met. It is neutral ground and we shouldn’t be disturbed.”
Arsenic thought about this for a moment and then voiced his agreement.
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