“What’s your name, pretty maid?” said the Elfin-knight.

The princess’ eye turned steely. “My name's lost, as are my people.”

“I must call you something.”

“I’m a clockmaker, call me that.”

“Clockmaker.” He rolled the sound over and under his tongue. “Very well.”

He presented her to his mount, sea foam white with horn of ivory and a dished face.

“You’ll ride behind me on a pillow.” He snapped his fingers and a cushion appeared on the crupper.

The mount’s goat tail lashed.

“My mount doesn’t like you, Clockmaker.”

She snorted. “It’s a unicorn, why would it like me?”

Drabble published December 17, 2014 01:23

Sara Light-Waller over 8 years ago

I know it took me ages to get Part II up here. I feel bad about that, but I'm back on it now and glad to be. Hope the story continues to amuse.
D.M. over 8 years ago

I've got to go back and do some anticipated reading... This is very intriguing.
Interesting name which leads to symbolism further on, I suspect.
Sara Light-Waller over 8 years ago

Thank you all. More is coming....
Rodindeadpan about 8 years ago

I'm sorry for not reading this sooner. This is great.
Rodindeadpan about 8 years ago

My cousin's unicorn doesn't like me either.

Patchwork II