Thread: Meet the Author [Goody + incendo]

I know, but just go with it for now. -she murmured softly in return. At least until she could explain to him....explain to him what? How the hell was she going to explain any of this to him? Especially when she didnt understand how he was here. She could explain some things of course, as best she could anyways. Listening to his questions, she held gently to his wrist as she tried to hurry them to the car. People of course were watching, some steering clear. Others just perplexed or fascinated.- The guards or police officers rather, are correct. This is America. More specifically, we are in New Orleans, Louisiana. Its part of America. And yes, we have a President. President Trump. He....sort of....rules over America. If you want to call it that. -she muttered the last even as he rushed to ask more questions. Her mind trying to work through answers sufficient enough until she could try to explain in more detail. Instinctively she knew, even her answers now werent going to make a lot of sense to Mahon. Even as a writer, she worried about failing in this. How do you explain to someone from a world that you created, a world that doesnt exist outside of the pages of your books....how did you explain and make him understand? Her free hand rose, fingers sweeping softly over her forehead as her eyes pinched closed in thought. His question about the dragon brought her attention to him, confused. How long had he been here before.....had he seen some sort of remnant from last nights celebrations? They didnt exist and they were only a myth even in Pas. When he looked up, she did as well, her eyes squinting against the bright of the barren sky. Did he mean...birds? They were small, surely he didnt think they were dragons.- What color was it? -she asked in return. The only other thing she could think of that he could feasibly mean was a plane. Her eyes fluttered down to him, soft and sympathetic.- You are quite a ways from home, Mahon. And.... -she looked down, watching the cement of the sidewalk disappear beneath their feet. She wasnt sure how hed gotten here, she didnt know how to send him back. She didnt know she wanted to. She whet her lips, briefly sucking her bottom lip between her teeth before she glanced back up at Mahon, a kind smile curling the corners of her lips, a soft blush rosing the apples of her dimpled cheeks.- Thats som..... -something a little more complicated to explain and something she would have to do once they were back at her loft. She cringed and groaned, interrupted by the voice behind them. She turned to face Jenna. She really had no issue with the woman herself but the news and reporting media as a whole grated her nerves. And even worse so, right now Im this moment.- Mahon..... -her voice quiet but clear and just a little too late. As theyd turned, shed seen every muscle in him tensing and she watched as if in slow motion, his hand reaching for Claw. Even as Jenna requested he put it down, she stepped closer and into him, her hand coming to rest against his forearm as she peered up at him, in agreeance with the blond. This was bad, this could be very bad, especially if Mendelssohn caught wind of it before she could de-escalate it. Her eyes flickered to the cameraman, realizing what Mahon was referring to. She waited, watching him closely, making sure he had really turned the camera off before lowering it and before stepping back herself. Shaking the reporters hand, albeit tentatively, she nodded. Wordlessly answering the womans question about both the interview and its nature.- We do know each other, Jenna and no, no interview. Like I told Mendelssohn, hes a friend from out of town, had a little too much fun last night and I lost track of him this morning. I just want to get him home, sober and out of my costume, ok? -she huffed in irritation, turning away from the woman. Her hand curled around Mahons bicep, encouraging him to turn and follow her again.- Come on, Moe. -she murmured as she dug her keys from her purse. They werent but less than half a block from the car when Jenna had stopped them. Pointing the keys toward the car, she hit the button. The soft chirp of the car and flashing of its lights signaling that it was unlocked and all theyd have to do was get in and close the doors if Jenna decided to press further.-