Samuel closed his blue eyes, enjoying the morning breeze. A few clouds drifted overhead, and the morning light shone down upon the cream-skinned hero. He smiled. He stood in the front yard of Tabitha’s Apartments, gray paving stones at his feet. A red long-sleeved shirt, brown pants, and black shoes clad him. A sheathed sword rested against his left hip. His eyes re-opened and promptly widened.
He made to move, but the effort was too little too late. Something slammed into him, and the paved ground came up to meet his back. Now that something lay on top of him, two soft somethings of that something pressing down against him.
“Would you mind getting out from beneath my girlfriend?” Latril said, a hint of annoyance to the swird woman’s voice. Her golden sword eyes were on Samuel and the tan-skinned beauty laying face down on top of him. Said tan-skinned beauty currently sported a pair of wings made of viscous blue. Said tan-skinned beauty was Slimantha, Latril’s girlfriend.
Slimantha sat up, straddling Samuel. “My bad,” she said. “I totes should have been paying more attention to where I was flying.” Then she smiled.
Samuel’s eyes went from Slimantha to Latril, and a single drop of sweat rolled down his right cheek. His eyes went back to Slimantha. “Mind getting off me now? Latril looks like she wants to kill me over there.”
Slimantha giggled, her right hand going to her lips. Then she got up and offered her right hand. “Grab on. I’ll help you up. It’s the least I can do after flying into you.”
“Thanks.” Samuel took the slime summoner’s offered hand and got up too. He sweatdropped again at the glare he got from a certain swird woman. Quickly, he withdrew his hand and gave an awkward smile. “Good morning, you two.”
“Morning,” Slimantha said. She tilted her head to the side, and the long locks of her brown hair gave an attractive sway.
“Morning,” Latril said, her gaze softening a bit. Her eyes then went to Slimantha. “Just what was that about anyway.” She crossed her arms, not really looking all that happy.
An awkward laugh slipped out from between Slimantha’s lips. “Well”—the slime summoner fiddled with her long hair—“I guess I wasn’t looking where I was going and flew into Samuel.” Another awkward laugh slipped out of her.
“That”—Latril lowered her arms—“isn’t what I meant.” The swird woman glanced up before her lovely golden sword eyes returned to Slimantha. “What I meant was why the racing? Where we not supposed to be having a relaxing morning flight?”
Slimantha froze. “Oh,” she finally said. She pressed her pointer fingers together, avoiding Latril’s gaze for a moment. “I guess”—her brown eyes returned to Latril’s golden eyes—“I got kind of carried away there. My bad.” Then she gave Latril a smile, and the slime summoner’s slime wings dissolved away.
“It’s fine,” Latril said before giving Slimantha a smile in return. “Just try not to turn our next ‘relaxing’ flight into a race too.” Then the swird woman turned her eyes to Samuel the Hero From Another World. “So Samuel, any progress with the Gold-Mountain thing.”
“Actually”—Samuel looked at Latril—“great progress with that. Mitsy says she’ll take us.” A smile flashed across the hero’s face. “Why don’t we head back into the lobby? Mitsy should be there.”
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Slimantha glanced at Latril and then smiled at Samuel. “Sure,” the slime summoner said. “Let’s head in.” She, along with Latril, followed Samuel into the apartment complex’s lobby.
Soon, Slimantha’s steps came to a stop, her black shoes resting upon the wood of the lobby’s floor. She blinked. Her eyes were on a woman—a cat woman in a black witch hat. She ran up to that woman. “Morning, Black,” she said, greeting the witch.
Black smiled at the slime summoner. “Morning to you too.” The petite witch’s black cat tail swished behind her. A lovely pink shirt displayed on her upper half, a black mini-skirt on her lower half. Like Slimantha, she wore a pair of black shoes.
A tad away from Slimantha and Black, at the counter, Tabitha stood, introducing a certain petite mimic to a certain tall plant woman. “Rose,” Tabitha said, “this is Mitsy, my assistant. Mitsy, this is Rose.” Tabitha’s voice had a peculiar flawlessness to it. Then again, everything about Tabitha had a peculiar flawlessness to it.
“Nice to meet you,” Rose said, her lovely pink eyes on Mitsy. She flashed the mimic a smile. She shifted her weight, and the long locks of her luxurious pink hair swayed with the motion. The combo of gray short-sleeved crop-top and matching hot-pants she wore left plenty of her green skin on display. As for shoes, well, she did not wear any. In short, she stood barefoot.
“Nice to meet you too,” Mitsy said. The petite mimic, garbed in a lacy purple dress and matching shoes, stood shorter than the tall plant woman. Mitsy’s eyes then pivoted to a certain hero. So did Rose’s eyes.
Rose the Plant Woman turned to the hero. “Good morn—“
Mitsy moved in front of Rose. “Welcome back, Samuel!” the mimic said. She stepped up to the addressed hero, a huge smile on her face. She leaned a little closer to him. “It’s good to see you again.”
Rose blinked. Her pink eyes went from Samuel to Mitsy. She blinked again, and then her eyes went back to Samuel. Now she stepped up to the hero, the mimic at her left. “It’s very good to see you again,” she said and gave a flutter of her eyes.
Mitsy’s gaze shifted to Rose and promptly turned into a glare. She returned her eyes to the hero and cutely shifted her weight from side to side, her hands cutely clasped together in front of herself. Then she fluttered her eyes. Her antics earned a glare from Rose.
“Thanks again for agreeing to take us to Gold Mountain,” Samuel said, his blue eyes on Mitsy. His cheeks took on a slight tint of red. Rose pouted at the tint.
“You’re welcome,” Mitsy said, leaning a tad closer to Samuel. She fluttered her eyes at him again. “I’d do anything for you.” Then she leaned even closer and whispered, “Anything.” Samuel’s blush turned quite a bit worse.
Black’s tail twitched, the witch’s brown eyes on the mimic. She then glanced at the blushing Samuel, her tail twitching again. She gave an uncomfortable-sounding cough and got everyone’s attention. “Don’t we have a mayor to rescue? Maybe we should get going to Gold Mountain.”
Slimantha gave a nod of approval. “Yes, let’s get going.” She glanced at Black and then at the others. “So that’s Samuel, Black, Latril, Mitsy, and me. Anyone else want to tag along?”
“I’ll stay,” Tabitha said, her voice as flawless as ever. She flashed one of her flawless smiles and then looked at Rose. “You going?”
Rose opened her mouth to speak, yet no words came from between her lips. Instead, she closed her mouth and glanced at the mimic who seemed to be into the same guy she was. Finally, she gave her answer. “I’ll go,” she said. “I’ll sure Mr. Hero will appreciate my presence.” She nudged Mitsy away and fluttered her eyes at Samuel. “I am willing to do anything for you too.” She leaned closer and whispered, “Anything,” bringing a blush back to Samuel’s cheeks. Then Mitsy nudged back at Rose and a glaring match started between the two women.
“It’s settled then,” Slimantha said. “To Gold Mountain!” She pointed at the door leading out of the apartment complex. “Let’s go!”
Black’s eyes went from the slime summoner pointing at the door to the mimic and plant woman having a glaring match. “Yes”—Black’s feline tail gave yet another twitch—“let’s just go before those two start brawling or something.”