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Who here remembers this short-lived but fun early 80s genre show?
(& I now might finally have something worth doing to post at Twisting the Hellmouth....)
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The Wizard Traquill came and went as he pleased in Castle Greystone, mostly keeping his own counsel, but reliable enough to pop up when genuinely needed with genuinely useful advice.
Today, though, his purpose in the Greystone demesne was rather more prosaic – he was partial to a good bottle of Camarandian Zinfandel and had heard through the grapevine that King Richard was planning to uncork the first of the new ‘sixty-seven vintage today…
“’Morning, Traquill.”
Traquill’s head jerked up. A smiling teen clad in a cobalt silk day gown that complimented her large blue eyes, her dark hair pulled back from her face by two small side plaits, was waving hello to him. He smiled and nodded back benevolently. One of the Lady-in-Waiting’s children – or a new Maid-in-Training, perhaps. He watched her go, then suddenly frowned. Her…aura…
His eyes narrowed, and he now stared hard at her as she dwindled away down the hallway.
“Oh, hey, Uncle Tray. What’s up?”
“Oh, I just wanted to stop by, say hi, touch base with you,” the wizard told his nephew casually. “Say, Marco…”
“Yeah?”
“Who is that girl?” Traquill nodded his head down the hall.
“You're kidding, right?” Marco’s face crinkled at the joke. When his uncle didn’t reply, he raised a brow. “I mean, just because she’s been away at the Academy for so long…” he trailed off, now looking vaguely perturbed, then muttered something sotto voce that might have included the word ‘senile’... “Eric and Justin’s sister? Princess Dawnie? She just got back from boarding school yesterday.”
Traquill twitched a little in his chair and sent Marco a shifty sidelong glance. “Of course I didn’t forget!” he harrumphed. “She’s just grown so much since I last saw her, is all…”
Marco nodded, mollified, and his face creased again in a smile. “Hasn’t she, though – I bet Eric’ll be fighting off the suitors left and right in a couple of years.” He clapped his uncle on the shoulder and continued on his own way down the hallway, heading for breakfast.
“Since I last saw you,” the wizard muttered darkly. “As in never. Who are you, and why have you be-spelled my nephew?”
The frown returned to his face. “And why are you glowing green?”
(& I now might finally have something worth doing to post at Twisting the Hellmouth....)
* * *
The Wizard Traquill came and went as he pleased in Castle Greystone, mostly keeping his own counsel, but reliable enough to pop up when genuinely needed with genuinely useful advice.
Today, though, his purpose in the Greystone demesne was rather more prosaic – he was partial to a good bottle of Camarandian Zinfandel and had heard through the grapevine that King Richard was planning to uncork the first of the new ‘sixty-seven vintage today…
“’Morning, Traquill.”
Traquill’s head jerked up. A smiling teen clad in a cobalt silk day gown that complimented her large blue eyes, her dark hair pulled back from her face by two small side plaits, was waving hello to him. He smiled and nodded back benevolently. One of the Lady-in-Waiting’s children – or a new Maid-in-Training, perhaps. He watched her go, then suddenly frowned. Her…aura…
His eyes narrowed, and he now stared hard at her as she dwindled away down the hallway.
“Oh, hey, Uncle Tray. What’s up?”
“Oh, I just wanted to stop by, say hi, touch base with you,” the wizard told his nephew casually. “Say, Marco…”
“Yeah?”
“Who is that girl?” Traquill nodded his head down the hall.
“You're kidding, right?” Marco’s face crinkled at the joke. When his uncle didn’t reply, he raised a brow. “I mean, just because she’s been away at the Academy for so long…” he trailed off, now looking vaguely perturbed, then muttered something sotto voce that might have included the word ‘senile’... “Eric and Justin’s sister? Princess Dawnie? She just got back from boarding school yesterday.”
Traquill twitched a little in his chair and sent Marco a shifty sidelong glance. “Of course I didn’t forget!” he harrumphed. “She’s just grown so much since I last saw her, is all…”
Marco nodded, mollified, and his face creased again in a smile. “Hasn’t she, though – I bet Eric’ll be fighting off the suitors left and right in a couple of years.” He clapped his uncle on the shoulder and continued on his own way down the hallway, heading for breakfast.
“Since I last saw you,” the wizard muttered darkly. “As in never. Who are you, and why have you be-spelled my nephew?”
The frown returned to his face. “And why are you glowing green?”