Being Watched

In a small indoor garden resplendent with sweet smelling flowers and shade giving trees, a delighted humming sound could be heard. Laying on his stomach with shapely legs kicking back and forth was a familiar man. He seemed engrossed in watching the scene being shown in the pond.

Entering the garden was a slim man with golden curls and bright green eyes. Adjusting his official black and gold lined robes he addressed the humming man.

"There you are, master. I've been looking for you."

The man however continued to hum as he stared into the pond. The black-robed man sighed in exasperation.

"May I ask what you are doing, master?"

"Hmm? Come, come. Come and see, Crispin."

The man waved him forward without taking his eyes off the pond. Sighing once again, Crispin stepped forward.

"This… this is a viewing pond. I was not aware you had owned one, master."

"Ah, it was a recent gift from auntie dearest!" He giggled.

"What purpose does it serve the Divine of War to give you this?" Crispin asked suspiciously.

"Well, obviously chaos breeds War, so she's merely facilitating my pursuit of creating chaos. Simple business, really."

"You mean enabling your drug of choice, master."

"That too!" He said laughingly.

Crispin massaged his forehead at the whimsical nature of his master.

"So what is so interesting about a rabbit, master?" Crispin said after glancing at the pond.

"Well, this is a verrry special rabbit." The man chuckled darkly.

"If you say so, master."

They continued to watch the scene in the pond with the man resuming his humming and Crispin glowering at his master.

"Your new "toy" seems to be retiring now, master. So I suggest you get back to work. There is a list of supplications you must review."

"Not yet, not yet. Something interesting is gonna happen!" He said in anticipation.

Crispin sighed tiredly and continued to watch with his master.

"Ooh, a fight!" The man exclaimed.

Crispin merely rolled his eyes in response.

"Hmm? It seems your "toy" has won, mas- wait what on Gaia is he doing?! Oh dear divine's above that is horrendously disgusting!" He said while covering his mouth with his hand.

"Eh, is it? You've seen worse though?" The man tilted his head cutely.

Crispin merely glared at him.

"Ahem, now that the "interesting" part is over, will you please do your work now, master? It is your duty as the Divine of Chaos to attend to the needs of your worshippers!" He intoned sternly.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. I'm going."

The divine picked himself off the ground and lightly patted the dirt off himself. As he walked towards the exit of the garden he murmured under his breath, "Maybe I should have chosen someone who nagged less as my high priest."

"You said something, master?" Crispin inquired with one eyebrow lifted.

Lifting his hands up in defense the divine hurriedly replied, "Nothing, nothing at all."

He then proceeded to walk more briskly towards the outer halls.

"Hopefully, I get to kill something today!"

A long drawn-out sigh was heard following that remark.