Izzy & Eliza...an alien tale
~~YARN'S MUSINGS~~
Greetings fellow adventurers, it's me Yarn. Since we last spoke, I have been navigating and dashing through space avoiding a tiny ship that seems to be stalking me. I wish Leon and I were on speaking terms because he might tell me if the tiny ship has somehow caught us.
Besides all of that, Izzian has settled into life in Sudden Bluff and has set up a neat little bedroom in the attic on 1313 Buttscratch Road. No, I think it's actually 1313 Butterscotch Road.
His almost new friend, Eliza Allready, lives a few blocks south. If you take the quickest way to Eliza's, you'll have to enter the forest and look for the little path that has been beaten in by countless footprints. If you go the respectable way to Eliza's you could simply follow the cement sidewalks that decorate the little town of Sudden Bluff.
Wonder how the town Sudden Bluff got its name? Well, seeing as how I'm flashing around the skies, observing from above, I can guess. There's a large wooded area just past the mental hospital where Gala works.
The forest is dark, old, and just as foreboding as in any scary movie with a masked man chasing a scared teenager with a chainsaw. Then, in a single step, the trees and the earth fall away.
One little step out of the tree line and one might find oneself falling, falling into the river below. It is a rather sudden bluff and I guess the early settlers were not terribly creative when it came to naming their town. But onto our characters…
They have met! Two beings living universes apart have finally been in the same room together! Even if the room was a rickety old tree house that Izzian referred to as base camp.
He's got an imagination, our boy. Have you decided yet if Izzian is the good guy or the bad guy? Nah, me either. It's too early to make an educated guess.
I'm starting to wonder when Izzian and his pretend parents will learn about the explosion on Klesia Moon Prime. I got a message through my SpaceBook account telling every space vehicle to stay away from Comet Central Station due to "an unprecedented malfunction currently under careful review by the CIC," or some such nonsense. Look me up under HotnSpicy_Yarn2468.
The message was brief, since the explosion turned out to be the result of a lit firecracker. As a matter of fact, it wasn't really an explosion at all; it was more like a flash of light, an echoing bang and some smoke. The only injured person was Ela Alana, the Junipean ambassador.
At first, officials believed there were two explosions; one firecracker set to go off near the boarding ramp of Gratified Speed 1213 and the other set to go off in Ela Alana's hair. It turned out that the man serving apriguavo slushy to Ela was startled by the first boom and had accidentally spilled the frozen juice over poor Ela's head.
You'd have thought Ela might have learned her lesson about not carrying electronic devices in her bulky hair, but no. She was doused by the drink yet again as the man noticed smoke arising from her tresses. What a mess.
The real explosion seemed to be some sort of deterrent and Klesian officials seem quite perplexed as to the reason why. Also, who would benefit from such a thing? President Boojum Twoeyes has declared the ignited firecracker to be the work of a young Klesian prankster.
Mr. Seebot and Dr. Yangsley offered Izzian Klowosky to the police as a suspect, but since Izzian was flying away on a comet at the time, his name was quickly dismissed. His father Ojolian was really angry at the accusation and finally stood up for his son. Unfortunately, his son wasn't there to see it.
Since that message, there have been no communications to or from the planet of Klesia or the colony on Klesia Moon Prime.
It's unsettling for a planet to have seemingly disappeared, but I can't investigate much since my ship is behaving like a spoiled brat. Perhaps when Leon is speaking to me, I'll have more answers.
I didn't get much sleep last night either, and I am adequately grumpy. I was lying in bed, on my Temper-Sleeperific mattress, and I heard odd clicking sounds coming from my walls. I couldn't be sure, but it sounded like the pitter patter of tiny little feet wearing nice loafers or high heeled shoes.
Hopefully, hearing the sounds of miniature footsteps wearing fancy shoes was only my over active imagination at work. One time, my imagination broke my heart when I imagined the man I loved would run away with me. He didn't, imagine that.
I am hoping beyond hope that I haven't gotten myself into a Fester Tail infestation, because if I have, I'll never be able to get rid of them. I can't resist talking and everyone knows by now, if you speak to a Fester Tail, they will never leave.
I sure wish Leon and I were on speaking terms, so he could verify my suspicions, but my stubborn ship is angry. Leon believes I cancelled the recording of his favorite big-vid show, The SpacePod Who Saved the World. I swear I never changed a thing. I don't even know how to work the interstellar cable box.
Leon had better get over his petulant behavior and help me determine whether or not we have a Fester Tail infestation.
With explosions, false hopes and Fester Tail stowaways, outer-space isn't always ice cream and puppy dogs. Let's just leave it at that.
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CHAPTER 14