#wss366 #Legion 5/22 (#TimeManager Part 12)
Unsigned contract in hand, Poe looked around. The light from the bonfire cast a ruddy glow over the LEGION of odd creatures doing a line dance around it.
Breaking away from the dance, a giant humanoid with gnarled knees and elbows approached. It was wearing a t-shirt reading “LEGION of the Damned.”
“Ty ow kelwel ama?” he said. “Dynnergh dhis.”
Poe looked up at him, and TM’s eyes spun with astonishment.
Unastonished Raven replied, “My hanow yw Nara Moore; yma Poe gans me. Hag an tus hav owelyow a ‘ros hag eur yw Mergh-Tyams. Yma ni ow kelwel ev TM.”
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“Me a veu Tra Drôk Gamm,” Giant said.
“What’d he say?” Poe tapped Raven with the contract.
““Welcome. My name is “Gnarly Bad Thing.” — And I forgith your signature on that contract if you hit me again.”
Raven escaped to TM’s shoulder.
TM greeted Raven. “Ah, now, ‘Man, who’s got the eyes of wheel an’ hour,’ is it? Well, thank ye kindly. I’ve a fondness for that sort o’ talk. You’ve a grand way with the Cornish.”
“My head hurts,” Poe said, pulling out an empty laudanum bottle, then clutched his head.
“Crarrrk crrak crek,” Raven chortled.
TM translated “Raspberry.”
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