Traveler: Storyteller Tales: Vordan, the Pajama Party

            “I need to check in and see what the lab has discovered about the equipment we captured.”  Boston changed the subject.  “We had better move fast on devising some countermeasures because it looks like we may have to defend ourselves again.”  She smiled and kissed Lockhart on the head much as Lady Alice had done, and she patted him on the shoulder while she gave one, longing look at Glen like she did not want to miss anything, but she left.

            “I need to arrange a trip to the White House in the morning, I guess.”  Glen turned to Lockhart.  “Would you mind helping with that, or do you have other duties?”

            “Right now, you are my duty,” Lockhart responded.  “And kid, when are you going to start telling rather than asking?”

            “In my next life, no?  Maybe the one after that.”

            Alice looked up from her notes and picked them up along with her laptop.  “I do need to start working on that treaty, though I don’t see how it will help.”  The three of them left together as Belden turned to Ms. Franklin.

            “I need a drink.”.

            It was well into the night before things had calmed down to the point where anyone thought of going home.  Despite her prediction, Bobbi managed to wrap things up well enough by midnight so she could take a break for some sleep.  It was far too late to get rooms in town, so she brought Glen and Alice to the infirmary where there were beds and they set up a partition to separate the boys from the girls.  Glen, Lockhart and Fyodor, who had a home but lived alone and so opted to stay with them, got one side.  Alice, Boston and Bobbi took the other, and it looked like it was going to be a quiet night until the women decided they wanted to talk.  The men tried to ignore them, but the women did not talk long before Alice invaded the men’s side.  She said she had too many questions to sleep, and Boston came because she did not want to miss any of the answers.  Bobbi relented last of all and arrived to ask who brought the marshmallows.

            “That is an interesting piece of clothing you have on.”  Boston noticed.  Glen was wearing what on a glance might have passed for a plain, white undershirt and boxers, but on closer examination it had a sheen to it that no ordinary cloth would have.  When the people brought clothes for them all to sleep in, and fresh clothes for the morning, Glen said, “Thank you,” but he would wear what he had.

            “Fairy Weave.”  Glen named the material.  “It is what I wear under my armor and it is extremely light and comfortable, extremely tough and durable, and extremely versatile.  I can change the color.”   As he spoke the fabric changed from white to blue to red and back to white again.  “I can change the shape and make it appear thicker, more like real clothing.”  The arms of his shirt lengthened to full length and his shirt took on a brown and fuzzy appearance, almost like a winter coat before changing back to a white t-shirt.  “It keeps me warm in winter, and acts almost like air conditioning in the summer, which is great when I’m in chain armor and leather and it is ninety or better outside and humid.”  Glen became introspective, but Alice was not about to leave him alone after that demonstration.

            “Fairy Weave.”  She said.  She had her steno pad with her.  “You don’t mean real fairies, of course.  After all that has happened today, that would just push credibility beyond the beyond.  I’m assuming you mean some different sort of aliens, and that clothing is the result of some fantastic technology, no?”  She was looking around but no one was saying anything until Boston could not contain herself.

            “I always dreamed of fairies when I was young.  I wish I could see one someday.”

            “Young?”  Lockhart looked up from where he was lounging in his bed.  “You mean like last night?”  At least Bobbi smiled.  Boston was the youngster in the group.  Glen imagined she could not have been over twenty-five.

            “You know what I mean,” Boston whispered and stared at Lockhart, but that exchange was overshadowed by Alice’s outburst.

            “You can’t be serious!”

            “Can you think of anything that would mess up history quicker than a bunch of spiritual creatures running around loose in the world?”  Bobbi offered the thought.

            Glen protested quietly.  “Hey!  That’s my line.”

            Bobbi turned to look at Glen.  “As I understand it, he was given responsibility for what he calls his Little Ones when he was first born and he has had to bear that burden ever since.”

            “I think after some six thousand years they have finally gotten the message, though,” Glen added.  “They have no business interfering or even making remote connections with the human world.  I had a few on my crew when I was a Privateer in the West Indies some years back, but really, in the past few hundred years it has only been incidental contacts.”

            “Incidental?”  Fyodor spoke for the first time.

            “Apart from Lincoln’s wife,” Lockhart said, and to Alice he explained in a secretive whisper.  “She’s an elf.”

            “Was,” Bobbi corrected the man.  “But she has been gone for two years now.  I was meaning to ask, but with all that has been going on, it slipped my mind.”

            Glen looked up at the ceiling like he did on the ship at one point.  It was like he was looking for something that only he could see.  “The transformation on Alexis was very thorough, unlike Mirowen, not Doctor Robert’s Mirowen—she’s and elf, too—but you did not know her, the other Mirowen.  Sorry.  I’m not getting anything about where Alexis might be.”

            “Lincoln spent a lot of time looking for her,” Bobbi said.  “Maybe that was why the Vordan picked him up so easily.”

            “Topic, people,” Alice interrupted, loudly.  “We are getting off topic.  I want to hear about the fairies.”

            “Why are you surprised?”  Fyodor asked.

            Alice shook her head.  “I don’t know anymore,” she said flatly.

            “Maybe a story would help,” Glen suggested, and the others were agreeable.  “I would think with this campout, though, wouldn’t you all rather hear a ghost story?”

            “No!”  Bobbi, Lockhart and Fyodor all shouted in unison.  Boston and Alice just looked at each other with yet more questions.


NOTE: You are welcome to click the tab “Traveler Tales” above and read the story from the beginning.  You can read the whole thing as written or just the Vordan story, or just a short story or two as you please.  Enjoy.

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