This
week I am proud to include a Character Interview of Iffy Magic’s very own
Calico by Sadie St. Elle-Maid of the Faerie Era, the premier news folio in the
Faerie Vale.
St. Elle-Maid: Catnip, kitten? I like to offer all my guests their favorite comfort food before we delve into their deliciously deep, dark shocking sec—
St. Elle-Maid: Catnip, kitten? I like to offer all my guests their favorite comfort food before we delve into their deliciously deep, dark shocking sec—
Calico: I’m not a cat.
I’m a feline shape shifter.
St. Elle-Maid: Of
course you are! Your pedigree records show that your grandfather was the
illustrious Puss n' Boots. So why didn’t you inherit his magic boots, hmmm? A
little cat-fight, in the family, perhaps? Do
tell.
Calico: My Granddad
never said a cross word to me in my life. Or maybe, anything. I was the youngest out of twenty litter mates, you see,
so—
St. Elle-Maid: Oh, what
cruel scandalous neglect, you poor thing! Now for some questions from our
readers. Lalania from Carolai asks: “If someone played with your hair, would it
spark?”
Calico: Nobody plays with my hair.
St. Elle-Maid: What a
shame, kitten. On a scale of 1 to 10, how damaging are you to household
furniture?
Calico: Don’t call me “kitten.” Seriously, is
this a real interview?
St. Elle-Maid: Of
course it is, kit—alico! Now, as a descendant of the Noble line of Feles, you
automatically inherited one magical article of clothing on your 15th
birthday, correct?
Calico: Sure I did. But
the only thing left in the magic wardrobe by the time I got there was this turban. And the moment I claimed it, my family
kicked me out on some absurd game to go “help a mortal.”
St. Elle-Maid: I
believe it’s called a “fairy tale quest.” You pick a worthy human and help make
all their dreams come true—
Calico: I call it
traditional stupidity.
St. Elle-Maid: Oh,
really? Because that’s not what recent events would indicate. According to our
reports, you’ve been associating with a certain Primrose Goodwing, a whimsical
little sprite obsessed with happy endings everywhere, and for everyone—
Calico: I’m not talking
about Prim.
St. Elle-Maid: I feel
like you’re fighting me. You’re not being very cooperative.
Calico: All right, you
want an exclusive? Fine. Here’s your exclusive: Most of the articles of
clothing in the House of Feles have lost their juice. You’d think from my grand
jeweled turban that I could conjure up a castle or an army of ten thousand
soldiers in the blink of an eye, right? Wrong. The spells woven into the
threads are so old that the turban can barely muster a breakfast feast. Would
you like a plate of elderberry cream tarts?
St. Elle-Maid: Yes, please!
And don’t be stingy with the cream filling.
Calico: I never skimp
on the cream. I’m a “cat,” remember?
After
a brief stint studying shrieking at the Banshee Academy of Dramatic Wailing,
Sadie St. Elle-Maid earned her Silver Quill chronicling the Dryad Wars of the
Avalon apple groves. She has headed the Character Interview section of the
Faerie Era for two centuries now and is widely regarded as the supreme expert
of magical catology.
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