Five years ago, when Harrison had first met Emma, Clive was but a young pup. The little guy had been content, back in those days, to eat a treat on his shoulder while Harrison took the note from the squirrel’s satchel.
Nowadays thing were different. Nowadays the squirrel was always impatient to return to the cinnamon smelling girl.
Nowadays, Clive wouldn’t even come to a full stop before the little rascal was already pulling the note out of his own satchel with little claws. And before Harrison could reach up to take it from him, the future hat decoration would whack him repeatedly on the side of the face with it.
Tonight was no exception, and Harrison had to chuckle at the little beasts antics…as he always did.
He read the note as Clive took his treat and jumped from his shoulder to the writing desk.
“Good news. My jailor is going out of town in preparation for…well, something to big to explain on this small parchment. I have managed to get duty out at Light’s Hope and I am hoping that you will be there this evening…as I certainly will be. We have much to discuss and I need your help with something. Do you think Zedd will mind another acolyte around? Until then…lieutenant, stay safe.”
‘Lieutenant,’ it was what she called him after the meeting, after that kiss she had planted on him a thousand years ago.
A tapping on his thigh broke him out of the pleasant memory, and he looked down already knowing what it was.
Clive was standing at the edge of the desk, whacking his leg with his pen, wanting a return note to be scribed immediately. Crumbs of the quickly inhaled treat all over his fur.