A few minutes later, the singular personage of Brom Akien waltzed through the door followed by a line of wet furry animals. Keegan remained silent as the mother duck, walked into Brom’s cottage as if she owned it and flapped toward Keegan with an indignant squawk.
“Now now Gladys,” said Brom, “Don’t annoy my lover…or I might find you on the dinner table tonight.”
Keegan chuckled softly as “Gladys” turned on her heel and disappeared with her offspring into the cottage.
“Ducks? Fountain dancing?” Keegan murmured upon Brom’s return, “I’ll call the doctor immediately.”
“Gladys is a longtime friend,” He said with a smile. “And dancing in the rain is a source of purification.”
“Fire also purifies.”
“Yes, but often the creature in question is.... ‘purified’ out of existence.”
“That’s the fun part”, said Keegan
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