Chapter 40: ANNOYED DAEMON
"I am not pretty, little girl." A voice huffed. They all froze and turned to see the owner of the voice glaring at Aristia. It was Ivan’s daemon.
"Shadowfax has never spoken to any of us." Rowaine said in surprise.
"And the first words we heard from him sounded quite dissatisfactory," Father King Melvin laughed heartily.
Daemons could make themselves heard by people if they wanted to, but they preferred to restrict their conversations to their human, and possibly other daemons. So, they were quite surprised when Shadowfax replied Aristia when he had never done that to any of them.
’How could this little girl call me pretty?’ Shadowfax complained to Ivan in his mind, still not satisfied.
He had even made his words heard by not only Aristia, but also the rest of the people standing there, just so that they would know that he was not in favour of and would not under any circumstances, accept being called pretty.
The rest of the people, though not privy to their conversation, chuckled as they could guess what the daemon was thinking.
[It looks like he really doesn’t like being called pretty, hehe.] Aristia chuckled. Her expression showed that she was trying to suppress her laughter.
’She’s laughing at me? What insolence!’ Shadowfax stomped one foot with a huff.
’No, she isn’t. She is just... thinking of something funny.’ Ivan defended Aristia, but Shadowfax just sent him a pointed look and turned his head away.
"So, Ivan, can we ride the horses now?" Alaric asked, becoming impatient. He felt like it was always being delayed by one reason or the other for some reason.