Patchwork IV

The Elfin-King and Queen were a splendid couple. He had a long nose ending in a hook and she, long mauve braids worn as a flapper rope.

“This girl seeks the Old Man, Majesties. I’ve promised her a birth aboard the new Ship.”

The queen stroked the griffin sitting beside her. The beast purred. “Are you sure, my dear? Our Ship's making a one-way trip. It won’t return.”

“I understand that. But, I must go. I’m on a Quest.”

“Truly?” said the king, rubbing his nose. “Then I’m sorry for you. But you shall have your berth nonetheless.”