The last thing Michael had expected when he joined his worshipper at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival was to meet up with one of the other wraith. He had to admit, Greg did enjoy travelling and there were certainly worse choices.
“It’s kind weird,” remarked Greg at one point, “that no one’s taking any notice of me and Michael.”
“They probably all think that you’re just in costume for something,” replied Dray, accepting another flyer from someone to add to the growing pile in her hands.
“Why do you keep taking those?” inquired Michael, indicating the wad of coloured paper she held. “There’s no way you’ll get round to seeing all those shows. You probably won’t like half of them.”
“You never know. Might find something interesting. This is only the start of the Fringe, Michael.”
Michael envisaged yet more weekends spent cramped in his dart because he flat out refused to camp, even with the prospect of sharing a sleeping bag with his worshipper. Greg looked round at the surrounding bustle and noise.
“I’m starving,” he announced suddenly.
“Well don’t just feed randomly on passers-by,” advised Draygon. “They might be performing in something I want to see later.” Greg laughed out loud, attracting one or two looks from those around. Dray grinned as well. “Tell you what, why don’t you two go find somewhere to sit and I’ll get us all some food.”
“You get lost walking around the hive,” Michael pointed out. “Come to that, you even get confused finding your way around Aberdeen!”
“Not that much,” huffed Dray sulkily. “Besides, Edinburgh’s easy to navigate via Fringe venues.”
Michael decided not to press the matter before Dray got too sulky. He and Greg wander on to find somewhere that they could sit and eat whatever Dray returned with. As they did, Michael politely accepted more flyers and Greg took in the sights.
“That balloon modelling looks fun,” he said, pointing out the vendor in question. Michael gave him a condescending look. Greg’s attention was soon lost though as he spotted a young woman handing out leaflets and shivering in a fairy costume.
“What show are you in then?” he inquired as he went up to her. The woman looked at him, and then kept on looking. Michael continued to attempt to deny assosication with his fellow wraith.
“Wow, nice costume,” she said in a small voice. “You make it yourself? Oh, sorry...” She handed a small leaflet to Greg. “Doing ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ up at the Pleasance. Outdoor performance, we’re on all the way through the Festival.”
Greg looked over the flyer, reading over the information on it. He nodded to the fairy-girl and walked back over to Michael, ignoring her requests as to what show he was in.
“What had you planned to tell her?” Michael asked him as they walked on.
“No idea,” replied Greg, handing the flyer for Michael to add to his pile. “Think Dray will like that?”
“Probably. It’s one of her favourite Shakespeare’s.”
Greg grinned and opened his mouth to respond, when he paused, listening to something Michael couldn’t hear.
“Sorry mate, TP needs me.” He offered an apologetic look. “Can you say bye to Dray for me?”
“Will do, we’ll see you all when we get back,” replied Michael. Greg waved in thanks, before vanishing off into the crowd. No doubt he’d be back with TP soon.
When Dray eventually found him, clutching a bag with three fish suppers, she accepted the reason for Greg’s sudden departure.
“What should I do with his fish and chips though?” she asked. Michael grinned and swiped it out of her hands, his own already half eaten. “Greedy guts,” she laughed. Dray glanced down at her watch. “You’ll have to eat on the move though. Need to start queuing for the next show.”
Michael groaned. “Must we?”
“If we’re to get the front row, yes.”
Sighing, Michael gathered up his fish and chips - along with the thousand-and-one show flyers they had picked up - and followed Dray of to the next show and venue.