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My Big Fat Gargoyle Wedding	By : MelissaMaxwell Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 7467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Aw, man! I coulda sworn I put this chapter up! Sorry. Will start work on a new one soon.

Coldfire knew him when she saw him. Angela had told her so much about him. He looked so much like her mate when he was younger. His hair was flaxen blond, just as hers had been. He had those odd points on his chin. She remembered one of her rookery fathers had a chin like that. Right now, he was inspecting a soda can, marveling at the metal pull tab. He took a sip of the contents and swished it about in his mouth, analyzing the new flavor. Coldfire looked down at her metal hands. Would he spare some words for her? Deep down, she knew she shouldn't fret so much over him. He was only one of her many children after all. But, this one, she carried for six months, bore his egg, and now, he was a reminder of a happier time, long ago, when she and her beloved were flesh and blood.
"Gabriel?" she said on approaching him. He looked up quizzically. "That is your name, right?"
"Yes, I am Gabriel." he said, setting aside the soda. "May I ask your name?"
"You may call me Coldfire." She thought the idea of names a bit odd, but she was getting used to it. "Do you...find my appearance unsettling?"
"You look very different from any gargoyle I've ever seen." said Gabriel, opting for honesty. "I've never seen a gargoyle made all out of metal. But, you don't come off as threatening." He smiled. "If I may say so, you're even beautiful in your own way." She had a nice voice and she was a shiny gold color.
"I was once a living gargoyle like you." she said. "But my soul has been transplanted into this android body."
"What's an android?" he asked.
"It is an automaton created to approximate the appearance of a living being." She looked at him. "But, that's enough about me. I want to know about you. Angela has told me so much about you."
"All good, I hope!" he said with a smile. He looked so much like his father when he smiled.
"She told me you're the leader of the clan on Avalon. And captain of Lord Oberon's honor guard."
"Well, Tom and Katherine call the shots." said Gabriel. "But, I try to set a good example for my brothers and sisters. Oberon told me my leadership skills were best, so he made me captain when he declared the gargoyles of Avalon his honor guard."
"She also told me you're good at hunting and...and you have a mate now."
Gabriel nodded. "Ophelia." he said. "She started out as just my favorite hunting partner. She's even better with a bow than I am! I'm better at tracking and setting up traps."
"She told me how you made a pit trap for Oberon."
"Yes, well, it didn't do as much good as we hoped it would." Gabriel admitted. "Pit traps don't work well for creatures that fly." Gabriel chuckled. "My brother Uriel was more successful than I was at putting one over Lord Oberon. See, he took a pig's bladder, blew air into it and hid it under the cushion on Oberon's throne. When Oberon sat down, well, it sounded like he passed gas!" They both laughed. "Oh, I laugh now!" continued Gabriel. "But at the time, I feared for my brother's life! After the little prank went off, everything was dead silent except for a few stifled titters and Uriel's giggles. Then, all of a sudden, Oberon started laughing! Everyone present took this as a cue that they should laugh as well. I even faked a chuckle, even though I was just scared. The Fair Folk are unpredictable. Laughter should never be taken for granted as a sign of good humor. Oberon stood and removed the bladder from his cushion, and still laughing, asked who it belonged to. Uriel owned up right away. I stepped forward and begged forgiveness on my brother's behalf. I told Lord Oberon that my brother is a fool who doesn't always understands what he does."
"That was most brave of you." said Coldfire.
"Well, I hoped my position as captain meant Lord Oberon would give ear to my words and show my brother some mercy. He asked Uriel if he liked being a member of his honor guard. Uriel, bless him for his honesty, said 'Actually, I find it quite dull.' Oberon declared that he would find a more suitable position for him. Then, with a wave of his arm, Uriel was wearing a jester's cap and carrying a bauble. Lord Oberon declared Uriel to be the court jester. His job would be to spread merriment and make Oberon laugh. I thought he meant to humiliate Uriel, but he seems to be happy with his new job."
"Are you happy, Gabriel?"
"Of course." he said. "I have all I could ever need or want on Avalon. I'm quite satisfied with my position as captain of the guard. A few of my brothers and sisters were given other positions when they decided guard duty didn't suit them. Israfel is the court composer. Camaela is the royal gardener and florist. Jophiel is the court artist. Michelle is the royal bard. Raphaela is the royal physician. Noah is the ambassador for the merfolk. Tuwahel is the court mage. Ariel is the resident animal wrangler- falcons, gar-beasts, goats, pegasuses, you name it, she can handle it."
"Pegasuses?" Coldfire was sure winged horses were mythical.
"Or is it pegasi?" mused Gabriel. "I'll ask Angela later. She's better with words than I am. Maybe I can introduce you to my other siblings."
"Gabriel? Could I ask a favor of you?" Coldfire asked nervously.
"Certainly."
"Could I...could I hold you? Just once?" She looked at the metal arms she was offering him. "I-I'll be gentle."
Gabriel smiled. How could he refuse such a small but earnest request? "Very well." he said. He hugged the android gargoyle who put her arms around him, concentrating on trying not to squeeze hard enough to injure him. Coldfire was sure that if she had tear ducts, she would be weeping.
"I must take you to meet your father." Coldfire decided.
"My father?"
"One of your rookery fathers." she amended. "I am one of your rookery mothers." She decided it would be selfish and disrespectful to the memory of her lost siblings to claim Gabriel as her own. "Will you come?" Gabriel offered her his arm and they walked away together.
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"You use marble?" Concord was having a discussion on artistic media with Jophiel. "It's a beautiful sculpting medium, but too rich for my blood. I usually just use granite."
"I live near a mountain that has valleys full of it." he said. "Some of the mountains are volcanic, so I also use obsidian, malachite, cantera, sillar. I've been learning to do the lost wax casting process to make metal statues. There's even a few veins of copper and gold in some of the caves. Tom showed me how to make jewelry with them. I noticed you have some interesting jewelry." He pointed at the camera hanging from Concord's neck
Concord laughed. "This isn't jewelry. It's called a camera."
"Chimera? Like the monster?"
"No, no, cam-er-a" Concord slowly pronounced the word. "I use it to take pictures."
"How does it work?" Jophiel asked, looking at Concord's camera.
"Well," said Concord. "When you press the shutter, it lets light in."
"What, like this?" Jophiel pressed the button and squeezed his eyes shut at the sudden burst of light that hit his face.
Concord chuckled and took back the camera. "That was the flash. When you photograph at night, as I do, you need a flash to create extra light to make the picture come out bright and sharp. And when the light hits the film, it creates an image. When the film is used up, I'll take it into a dark room where I'll use chemical baths to create a picture. One of these days I might get one of those new fangled digital cameras. I haven't the slightest how they work, but it means unlimited picture taking. If I don't like a shot, I can just delete it and take another." He opened a pocket on the camera bag he had with him. "My children have been helping me get up to date with computers. I have some of my photos and other artwork saved on this disc if you'd like to see."
"Oh, I'd love to!" said Jophiel. It wasn't often he got to meet someone as interested in visual arts as he was.
"Jophiel!" Aindreas approached him. "Mind introducing me to your friend?"
"Oh, Concord," said Jophiel. "This is my beloved, Aindreas. Aindreas, you'll never guess what Concord just showed me! It's called a camera and it can make pictures using lights. Concord was just about to show me some of the pictures he made on something he called a disk and a- what was that word again? Compitor?"
"Computer." said Concord.
"Talk to you a minute?" Aindreas walked him over to a corner. "Jophiel, haven't you learned from last time?"
"Are you still mad over what happened with Pan? Aindreas, this is different." said Jophiel. "Concord is an artist like me and Pan was, well, Pan."
"And what would Pan have done if I hadn't walked in?"
"Aindreas, I told you, I did nothing to encourage him. Don't you trust me."
"I trust you! It's others I don't trust."
Jophiel chuckled. "Well, maybe you've a right to that. Fair folk." Jophiel shook his head. "They think 'no' means 'yes' and 'Get lost.' means 'Take me, I'm yours.' But listen, I'm pretty sure Concord's safe."
Aindreas frowned. "If you say so."
"You're jealous!"
"No I'm not!"
"Aindreas, he's already mated to a female and old enough to be my father to boot. There's no interest on either side." Jophiel gave Aindreas a kiss on the cheek. "Come on. You can come with us and look at the pictures."
"Alright. But that goat better not try anything funny with you." said Aindreas. "Or I'll give him what I gave Pan!"
Jophiel chuckled. "I hope that won't be necessary. He might not snap back from a punch as quickly as Pan did. Oh, by the way, you've learned your lesson about right crossing members of the Third Race, right?"
"Follow with a jab and a knee to the groin?"
"Don't." said Jophiel. "Pan would've killed you and whisked me off to God knows where if Gabriel hadn't walked in to see what was keeping us." He took Aindreas' hand. "I promise. I won't even let him rub my shoulders."
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"Sir!" Ariel approached Owen with Cordelia perched on her arm. "Do you have any mice?"
"Mice?" Owen scowled. Ariel had the feeling she had offended him. "I assure you, miss, that this castle is free of all vermin."
"Oh, well, you see," Ariel stroked Cordelia's feathers. "Cordelia here may be getting hungry."
"The local pet store may sell feeder mice." Owen said dryly. "I'll see if they deliver." He walked away. Ariel wondered whether or not he was making fun of her. It was hard to tell, wooden as he was. She pulled a piece of pepperoni off a pizza and offered it to Cordelia.
"Pardon me, miss," a mature female gargoyle asked. "But does this bird belong to you?" Ruby was perched on the long silver horn projecting from her forehead.
"Step we gaily on we go!" sang Ruby. "Heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm in arm and row and row, All for Angela' s wedding!"
"Here, Ruby!" Ariel held up her free arm and Ruby flew to it. "Ruby likes to perch on heads." she said as Ruby flew from her hand to her head, settling just behind Ariel's horns. "I taught her that little song too. My name's Ariel. What's yours?"
"Una." she said. "What a pity, it looks like your other bird is hurt."
"Yes." Ariel stroked Cordelia. "There was a storm and I'm afraid Cordelia flew against the wall of our castle and broke her wing. I'm caring for her until she's better."
"I could do a Laying on of Hands spell if you like." Una volunteered.
"You can really do that?" asked Ariel. "My brother Tuwahel hasn't quite mastered Laying on of Hands yet and the Fair Folk, well, they have that rule about meddling with mortals."
"It is a spell that takes quite a few years to get just right." said Una. "Even I need a piece of tiger's eye to concentrate the healing energy." She opened a small pouch on her belt and took out a small, patterned, amber colored stone. She closed her eyes and rolled the stone between her hands. She put the stone back in her pouch and flexed her fingers. Una put her hands on Cordelia's bandaged wing and said "Os fio totus"
Cordelia let out a small screech and fluttered her wings in shock. Cautiously, Ariel unwrapped the bandage and gently probed the wing with her fingers. "You did it!" she said with a smile. "Cordelia can hunt now. Thank you!"
"Oh, think nothing of it." said Una.
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"Oi, check this out!" said Castor, taking a box of eggs out of the refrigerator. "Whole dozen. Makes four for each of us."
Pollux sniffed them. "They're fresh." he said distastefully.
"They won't be after they've been smashed raw against pavement and left all night and day." Castor pointed out. "'Specially since it's summer."
Uriel picked up an egg. "It's cold." he observed.
"Of course it's cold." said Pollux. "It's been in the refrigerator hasn't it?"
"What's a, um, reefergator? Is that the word?"
The twins laughed. "Gargoyles from the Dark Ages are so funny!" said Pollux.
"You got the bog rolls, Pollux?" asked Castor.
"Right here!" Pollux held up an unopened package of Angel Soft.
"Brills." said Castor. "Now if we can find some spray paint, we can get this party started!"

A/N: The song Ruby sings is a play on a Scottish folk song called "Mairi's Wedding" Una's Latin is supposed to translate as "Bone become whole" Next chapters will be more interesting. I'm just loading Chekov's gun right now.
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