castle heating

Dark creases appeared in the skin at the corner of my lord’s eyes for a moment. “Well, obviously.” He raised his voice. “Bob?”
For a second, nothing happened. Then a point of blue light appeared and flickered within the stone of the Castle’s walls, as if the solid rock had become translucent. A voice emanated from the stone, piping, “Here, boss!”
Mister flew across the kitchen floor, bounded upon a counter with a grace that belied his years, and pounced upon the blue light in the wall, paws flailing.
“Ack!” Bob said. “Harry! This isn’t respectful!”
My lord gathered Mister up into his arms, and the big cat purred for a moment before flowing down to the floor again. “Bob, make sure the temperature in the Velasquezes’ quarters stays warm and regulated tonight,” he said. “Last thing I want is to get her back together with her parents and then have her take a chill and get sick again.”
“Will do!” Bob the Castle answered, and the light vanished.


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