About me:

About me:
My name is Venimalia and I’m an Imp. What’s that, you ask? Imps are quite small, but we can pass as human if we want to. I wear high heels and everyone thinks I’m just some small woman. Except that I have yellow eyes like a cat. If I want to pass as a human, I have to wear contact lenses. I have to say, modern human technology is quite practical, but here in my realm, Imprana, we use magic. Imprana lies in a dimension parallel to the human earth and can only be entered and left by Imps.
I work as a keeper of knowledge, which means that I’m in charge of memory stones. See, we don’t have scientific books, we have magical stones that one can unlock to gain knowledge or abilities. One needs great magical powers to unlock some of these stones. Thankfully I am that. Unfortunately I’m also no more than semi-sane. At least people tell me that every time they try to find something in my collection. Personally, I think of myself as slightly eccentric, slightly plump and quite capable at my job.
So here in this blog I’m trying to give my fellow imps and all interested humans insight into my thought processes. I welcome any comments, but please don’t expect a logical-for-you answer.

August 22, 2011

Lying yet telling the truth

As you know I came back from my ultra secret side-job one and a half weeks ago and had planned to visit Cromvik in his office the very next day. Little did I know that he had left for a conference. He didn’t arrive back until late last night and I didn’t want to have this conversation over long distance. So, I waited until today and went to his office first thing this morning.
I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves before I knocked on his office door. I wasn’t at all sure what kind of welcome I would get. After all, I left without a word and the only explanation that had been given by the superiors, was that I’d had Ishta urges that forced me to go into seclusion. While that was a good, believable excuse in general, I wasn’t at all sure that it convinced Cromvik.
He called me in and I entered with my back straight and calm confidence all over my face. If there’s one thing I am good at then it’s not showing my feelings. Unfortunately, so is he. I couldn’t tell at all what he was thinking from his calm composure and his noncommittal greeting.
He invited me to sit and I did before I started, “I heard this is your first day back after your trip, so I thought I’d come by and apologize for ditching you the other night. I’m sorry you had to hear from someone else what happened, but you know how it is with Ishta urges. They can come so suddenly. And while fighting them, contact to the outside worlds just isn’t wise.”
For an endless moment he just stared into my eyes. It took all my self-control not to squirm under his perusal. Finally he spoke, “You know, when they told me that you had to leave because of Ishta urges, I wondered whether it was just a lie and you had gone off on another alibi trip to cover up some devious plan. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time.” I cringed inside at his hint at the whole new dean thing. Couldn’t he just let that one go?
He leaned forward over his desk and I resisted the urge to move backwards. “Now that I see you...” he continued. “I think it is actually the truth this time. There is a new silver shadow in your right eye.”
“You noticed?” I was surprised and quite flattered that he would notice such a little detail about my appearance. At the same time my conscience winced. He was right, there was a new silver fleck in my right eye since the accident in the secret lab. How ironic that this accident was now providing me with the “proof” for my cover story.
He pulled up one shoulder in a casual shrug. “Yes well... it’s not that hard to see. Anyway, are you free on Friday? If you’re still interested in a date, that is.”
“I am free and interested,” I answered and I meant it.
I have to say I am very glad that my whole disappearing act didn’t wreak my chances with Cromvik. I really am looking forward to Friday night.

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