Ziva and the Humble Court Jester

A lot has happened over the past weekend.

The old one was abducted by her Mother. I have entirely mixed feelings about her absence. I am glad she is no longer here to assert claim over my domain, but I can’t help but feel that this big castle is a bit emptier without her presence. And shortly after, my Mother left me. I cannot say for how long, but the Other One ensures me she’ll be back soon.

With my Mother gone, I can hardly stand to be out of our chambers throughout the days. I never venture to my Mother’s desk, to peer out the windows as I would with my Mother here, and which the Other One graciously opens every morning for me, just in case I decide to grace him with my presence.

The Other One has taken temporary possession of my Mother’s Throne in her absence. I do not think he has evil plans to take over the kingdom, because he always puts the Throne back in its exact spot at my Mother’s desk when he’s not sitting in it. I have taken the liberty of looking at the Other One’s designated chair, and I cannot blame him for borrowing my Mother’s throne. His chair has fallen to disrepair, and looks mightily uncomfortable. I’m sure that my Mother has done all she can to replace his chair, because I know my Mother is kind and loving to the Other One, even going so far as to call him “Brother” upon occasion. So I know my Mother has done all in her power to replace or repair his chair.

The Other One is a peculiar one. He seems to lead a lonely life when my Mother is not around; either that or he is very loyal to the Crown. He never leaves the Castle, except to carry out chores. He always opens the blinds and the door, in case I decide to grace him with my presence, and gaze out upon my domain as I would with Mother. He makes sure I Have plenty of food and water. And he proceeds to guard me even more protectively since Mother is not here. He comes to my Chambers, to check upon me at random times through the days. He sits upon my and my Mother’s bed, and waits for me to reveal myself to him, and deign to sit close enough that he may gently stroke my fur, and give me all the attention that I would normally receive from my Mother.

He is not very security conscious though. For he leaves the doors to My Chambers open all day and night. I have often ventured out during the night, and watched him through the darkness. He sits, or lounges as may be the case, before his computer and stays awake to guard me through the night. His senses must be quite acute, for he can usually tell when I’m about and turns around and calls out to me. I have often taken an interest in calling back to him, to let him know I am well, and then we would proceed to carry on a short conversation. When he does retire to his chamber, he leaves his doors open and informs me that if I get lonely through the night, that I am always welcome to sleep upon the bed he had set up for the Old One, next to his bed.

I took him up on his offer once, and slept comfortably on the bed of the Old One. The Other one is odd, he doesn’t sleep. He lays in bed, awake, unable to sleep. When I grace him with my presence he often reaches over and gently strokes my fur and talks softly to me. Telling me that he hears me at night, calling out for my Mother, hoping she hears my pitiful cries and returns to me…

I hope my Mother returns soon.

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Guest entry by the “Other One” while I was gone to Ohio for my sister’s birthday. I was thinking about tweeking it some, for varying reasons, but I’ve decided to let it be. He may have made her a bit less…well…half evil, but I suppose since I was gone….