Here is part 3 of “Rho’s Odyssey” at last. Apologies for the lateness of it, I got distracted. Remember, if you want to read the previous part, visit DeGirl for part 2. And if you’d like to continue the story yourself, hop on over to Rho’s Prologue and sign up in the comments! Currently, no one is signed up to continue it, so you could be next!
Rho wiped her mouth with a nearby cloth and groaned. Bodily sickness was one of the few things she really hated about living as a human. Turning on the tap, she rinsed her mouth out with a glass of water, then returned to the living room. Sharp queries from the phone recalled her to business, and she picked the receiver up off the floor.
“My apologies, Seargent. I…I’m not feeling very well today. How…can I help you?”
“Ah, Ms. Darksmith, I’m very sorry to bother you when you are ill. Perhaps, in a day or two you wouldn’t mind coming down to the station to help us with our investigation?” His voice remained calm and pleasant, not in the least accusing. Rho’s voice still squeaked nervously as she replied.
“Certainly, Sergent. I’d be delighted. Well, not delighted, of course, but happy to. I mean, not happy, exactly, but….Yes. I’ll come down tomorrow afternoon, shall I?” With an effort, she reigned in her run-away tongue and forced her voice to calmness.
“That would be very helpful, Ms. Darksmith. Thank you. When you get to the front desk, just ask for Sergeant Merrick.”
“Alright, Sergeant. Goodbye.”
Rho set the handset gently back in its cradle, and stared thoughtfully out the window, her eyes unfocused while she considered her next course of action. She needed information from back home, and she couldn’t actually go there herself. In short, she needed help. And there was only one person she could absolutely trust in the treacherous jungle of the Fae Court.
Steps firm with resolve, she went into her bedroom and dug around in the back of her closet. Pulling up a small oak casket inlaid with obsidian and malachite in swirling designs which pulled at the eyes and yet repelled them. Rho ignored the runes and carried the casket carefully in both hands over to her bed. The copper lock had no key-hole or combination dials, but when she put her fore-finger on it and whispered a word, it sprang open. Lifting the silk-lined lid, she pondered the miscellaneous contents. Mortal eyes would have seen a pile of random junk, but her Fae eyes saw the power radiating from each item.
She picked out a small blood colored stone on a chain and slipped it over her head. Next, she dug until she found a stick of ordinary-looking white chalk. Standing in the middle of her apartment’s living-room, she began to draw on the tiled floor. As she carefully drew a series of inter-connected symbols, the chalk lines began to glow faintly. Completing the circle, Rho laid aside the chalk and stood at the Northern edge of the circle, grasping the red stone tightly. She began to mutter and the chalk flared brighter, while the stone emanated a bright red glow between her slender fingers. She finished speaking and waited silently. Gradually, a figure formed in the center of the circle, wavering slightly as if seen through a heat wave, or under water. Finally, the figure snapped into focus, and looked directly at Rho, speaking in a clear feminine voice.
“What have you done now, Rho?”
Rho bit her lip and replied, “Hello Sister. I’m in a bit of trouble, and need your help.”