Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Dusty Red ~ Part 3

I really am having fun doing this, sometimes it's hard to think what should happen, but once I get going...then I really get going! Soon my blog will be over populated by Dust! And then I'll have to rename it The Dusty Mountains! Or maybe the magic does work and turns Dusty Town into Misty Town! (That would be weird) 
Thank you all for your comments, and I hope you enjoy Dusty Red Part 3!

Flicks regarded him with a sceptical expression, "A magic potion? You really must have kangaroos loose in your top paddock." She slumped into a chair, her hat slipping from her fingers and falling the floor with a soft thud.

Ron looked hurt, "Look 'ere now ol' girl, 'ave I ever givin' ye reason to be doubtin' me like this?"

"No, not at all," Flicks replied, running her fingers through her long hair, "What makes you think that you can invent magic?"

"Weel, let me jest be showin' ye..." the grey haired man shuffled over to a large desk on the other side of the room. He turned and beckoned to Flicks who rose with a sigh and went over to him.

Ron bent over a large book that lay open in front of him, he tapped a diagram on one page, "Weel, what do ye be thinkin' o' that?" he asked, his voice expectant.

Flicks craned her neck to look over his shoulder. She studied the drawing for quite a while, conscious of her friend's excited gaze on her.

After a minute or so she turned her head to look at him, her eyebrows raised. The expectant look died, to be replaced by a disappointed sigh, "It's a Nir Drole, can't ye be seein'?" he explained.

"A what?!"

"A Nir Drole!"

Flicks looked at the ceiling, groaned, and looked back at Ron, "And what, may I ask, is a...ner-der-roll thingy?"

"Nir Drole, not ner-der-roll. And as I said before, it be magic," Ron said earnestly.

"I see," Flicks said sceptically, "And what is it supposed to do?"

Ron frowned, "Weel, now as ye be mentionin' it I don't be quite sure meself," then his face brightened, "But there can't be no 'arm in tryin' it oot can there?"

"So you actually have made it? Not just a picture? Besides, I thought you said it was a potion."

"Yes indeed me girl, it is a potion. This 'ere diagram is a technical explanation of ev'ry thin' ye need to put in it."

"It is?" Flicks shook her head, but old Ron seemed not to notice her disbelief.

"Aye, that it is, and I've bin mixin' this oop all mornin' I 'ave," he reached over to a large jar full of a strange liquid, "It's jest es weel that ye came along at the verra right moment."

Flicks backed away hurriedly, "You aren't saying that I have to drink that I hope!"

Ron laughed and set down the jar, "No! I were jokin' with ye, it ain't ready yet anyways. And when it do be ready, I'm gonna be the one as drinks it!"

"Ron, don't be an idiot! How do you know it's not poisonous?" Flicks looked at him with a mixture of horror and pity in her green eyes.

"It won't be, so  ye needn't be worried 'bout me. If you come back t'morrow afternoon it'll be ready."

"Ok," Flicks groaned, 'If you're certain about this."

"O' course I be certain!"

Flicks shrugged, "Well, I'll be off then, see you later Ron."

Ron looked thoughtful, "I like that, lateron, or later on, or maybe later Ron, it don't make much difference, it all sounds good," then he smiled at Flicks, "Anyways, see ye t'morrow, and I be right glad to ye fer droppin' in." Flicks nodded and made her way towards the door.

When she entered the stable all was quiet except for the soft snuffling of horses and the scuffle of hay.

Flicks lent against the edge of Dust Storm's stall and ran her hand along the mare's neck, "Sometimes I think old Ron is getting too crazy for his own good," she murmured thoughtfully.

Dust Storm snorted and tossed her head. "You think so too girl?" Flicks smiled, "Well, we'd best be on our way."

At that moment the sound of pounding hooves came from outside, there was a few seconds of confusion and then three voices shouting and a pounding on the door of Ron's shop.

Flicks recognised the voices all too well.


Don't be forgettin' to help me decide what happens next by voting for your favourite in the comments!

1. Flicks grabbed Dust Storm's saddle, she had to get away before she was found, and Kendal caused even more trouble.

2. Heavy footsteps approached and, after a moment's hesitation, Flicks vaulted into the stall with Dust Storm.

3. Flicks bit her lip and walked silently to the door, still open a crack, and peered out.


Thanks for reading, I hope you have as much fun as I do!

~ Jane, Misty Maiden


  1. #2! You are keeping my interest so far! Glad you are enjoying it too!

    1. I'm glad you like it! Thanks for commenting. :)

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    1. Number two must be popular! I like them all, but sadly I can't have them happen all at the same time...although I could say 3 then 1 then 2 - she looks to see what's happening then is going to get away but she hears footsteps and vaults into the stall! All three at once...(or maybe that's option number 4)

  3. Option 3, and I would also like it if each segment was a bit longer, it seems so short, I just get into it and it stops :D

    1. Too true, each one is actually getting longer, 1 was 424 words 2 was 522 and 3 is 679, so it is getting longer. But I might make it even longer next time just for you...

  4. 3... 1................. 2.............

    1. Ok...maybe I should do would keep everyone happy (maybe)


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