You started putting away dishes.
It was late, and Bibi made a wonderful salad. Wasn't very filling, it was a salad, but it still tasted pretty good with the sauce and spicy used. You turn off the water and get undressed for bed. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed something that shimmered. You stepped towards your dresser, and hiding behind behind some knick-knacks was a snack. More accurately, a micen holding one of your rubies from your jewelry box.
She was dark grey, black hair with a lighter grey underbelly. She wore threads woven around her body in some exotic fashion rather than simply wearing tailored clothes. You recall seeing this one before. In the pantry this morning she was taking a bunch of bread. You plucked her up and gave her a warning, micens are only allowed to take a days worth, save for a few special ones. Because she looked foreign, you didn't gobble her up right away. Now she used the gift of another chance at life to steal something precious from you. She tried to run, but you gently flick her over.
"Solace," she snarled in a scratchy voice, "stay your hand. You know not what I do."
"Shut up." You flicked her again, "I know you're taking one of my rubies."
"It's no ordinary ruby." She growled again.
"I know, it's a plumbob." You pinch the smooth, diamond shaped gem and moved it away from her. She held onto it tightly. You lifted her up above your mouth. "Let go." She shook her head and started to mutter words, "Vode an gra'tua cuun ka'tra tor!". You raise and eyebrow and tilt your head. who the hell the why the what the freaking tits did she just say? That was the last you thought of it. You lower her down and surrounded her with teeth. You didn't waste much time tasting her, as sweet as the others taste, you're here to sleep. Always nice to have a treat before bed. You swallowed her, feeling her travel ever inch down your throat until she landed in your belly. You doubt the salad is little more than wilted, perhaps already half digested, so at least the little mouse is warm for the night.
You look at the ruby between your fingers, thinking about eating it to tease the micen, but remembering what happened last time you did that. You merely laid on your bed and placed it under your pillow. You have hours to take care of that in the morning.
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