A Door For A Home: Part Three

The cold had set in as winter drew closer and the nights had become longer and darker. Rain fell lightly and muted the sounds of the evening around the Big Building. Mischief walked the halls that night in the form of three winged shadows. It was larger than most human buildings they had seen, but Amanita found herself unimpressed and shrugged her wings.

“I thought it would be bigger,” she said to her two followers. Digit was already fidgeting with the plug of a small lamp and Bola was sliding the beads of a wooden abacus from one side to the other even though she knew he couldn’t count. It would be so nice to have some lackeys who could keep a conversation going she thought, but she could hardly complain, finding like minded folk was difficult these days, not many pixies had a taste for mischief and trouble anymore. “Digit, no stocking up on useless junk, I want only the good stuff,” she said to the little pixie who was happily stripping the plug for parts.

“All me stuffs good for sumfink,” he said absently.

“Yeah like those bottle caps you keep hoarding,” Amanita said dryly.

“Hey now, they saved us from them fish that time we did the barge over.”

“They saved us because we threw them off the boat before we sank and they ate us,” she corrected. She was about to add that Digits hoarding had got them into many more messes than it had saved them from in recent days when a great crash broke the quiet of the night. Both pixies were in air and hidden in shadows in an instant. There was a low chuckle from within one of the rooms. Bola, that blasted fool. Inside the room Bola had found a table of handmade jars and pots, they had been left to dry overnight. Bola was trying to tip another to the floor below when Amanita hissed at him.
“You great lumbering fool!” Bolas wings perked up the same way a dogs ears do when you call its name.

“Whatcha want?” he asked continuing to push at the jar towards the edge. Amanita buzzed her wings in anger, he had to cause trouble every time.

“Bola stop” She commanded “Do you ever use that brain of yours?!” He opened his mouth to answer “No don’t answer, obviously not, because if you did you would have entertained the possibility that we may not be alone in this place.” Bola listened, one hand on the jar, edging it ever so slightly still. “Do you remember the warehouse, and the guard dog?” Bolas wings drooped.

“You almost got etted,” Digit chimed in.

“Yes, he almost got etted,” Amanita echoed. Still Bola tapped at the jar. “Bola I swear if you don’t take you hands off that jar I will feed you to Corvix!” she yelled. Bola was a big pixie, a strong pixie, it was something she knew he took a lot of pride in. He was always big enough to bully the other pixies back home, to get them to do what he wanted. Amanita was different though, Amanita was smart, and she had Corvix. Even a pixie as big as Bola stood no chance against Corvix. He sat down and folded his wings in a huff. Just what she needed, a sulking fit. She decided to try another trick, she smiled sweetly and knelt down next to the big pixie.

“All I want is for you to check this place out. To make sure it’s just us here,” she lowered her voice to a whisper, “I don’t think Digit can handle that responsibility.” Digit, who had remarkable hearing, just rolled his eyes. Dealing with Bola was like dealing with a giant youngling. Amanita smiled again and patted Bola on the arm, “Can you do that for me, and then you can break anything you want until the sun comes up,” Bola puffed out his chest.

“Say no more ‘Nita, I’m on it,” and he was off in search of any who would interrupt their fun. Amanita turned to Digit.

“Bring Corvix in, were going to have some real fun in this place.”

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