The Blonde Dwarf & the Dragon

I confess I was not expecting Elena's driver to be a blonde dwarf. I had to hold it for Christ's sake not to bark a sincere and inoffensive laugh. And by how Keith, uncle, and Cecylia were glaring at me, they all knew how hard I was holding myself. It's funny that Keith can already read my dark humor like that.

But I did my best to clench my jaw and hold it together when Mr. Paweł Kucharczyk got out of her black Lexus LX, then he got an Uber and head back to her place, leaving us alone, and I burst out laughing sincerely.

Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against dwarves at all, it's just that it was absolutely unexpected, and I'm used to giant people around me, both males and females, all taller than me because Poland in a country of talk people. And the way he jumped out of the drivers seat, that had an easy-to-move adaptors for him to drive on it, quickly grabbing the adaptors with him, it was just adorable.

"So, your driver is Tyrion Lannister?" I turned to her.

"Ugh, you did not!" Uncle, Lia, Keith, and Elle both groaned.

"Who is Tyrion Lannister?" Dragan blinked, lost.

"He's a genius blonde dwarf from Game of Thrones, a book series and a series that you cannot watch yet," I told him, grinning. "I'll call you Daenerys from now on," I told her, giggling.

She slapped her forehead as she secured Yury in his baby chair in the passenger seat at her side, then she opened the door for us. Cecylia and uncle went alone in the very back of the car, while Dragan got to left seat of the middle back seat, then I got the center, and Keith the right, making me stay between them. Elena closed the door, circled the car and got on the driver's seat.

"Look," I burst out laughing, "you are the mother of Dragan!"

"Oh my Lord," everyone groaned.

Dragan blinked but laughed with me, and so did Yury. "What does that even mean though?" He asked still laughing.

"It's because Daenerys Targaryen, one of the main protagonists of Game of Thrones, is blonde, a Queen, and has Tyrion Lannister, the genius blonde dwarf as her right hand. And, she's the mother of dragons," I said the last part with more excitement. "You're her lil dragon."

"Mom, you're Daenerys!" He beamed.

"I'm Daenerys Targaryen, storm-reborn," Elena joined while riding to the airport, making we laugh with the joke about what we went through.

Dragan's eyes widened, "Wait, mother of the dragons?" He seemed to connect something in his mind. "Is it the medieval series that has three big dragons, and one dies and gets revived as an ice dragon?"

We all turned to him, "How do you know that?" I asked him.

"I saw dad watching a random episode," he said softly. "Is that it?"

"Yeah," I played with his hair. "Wanna see something cool?"

His eyes turned to me again, curious, "Yes."

Turning the right side of my body to him, I raised my hoodie to show him my ribs, where I got the three dragons tattooed, though only two are on the side of my ribs and on my waist, as the third one is on my hip. "I got the three dragons from Game of Thrones tattooed!"

"You have tattoos?" Dragan and Keith gasped in awe.

"I have 20," I winked at them. "Got them all at one, in my 2nd day and night in Zermatt. We went from Warsaw to Geneva, to Zermatt, then to Davos, to St. Moritz, and from there to Zurich, where I met your mom."

"Wait, they are new?" Keith gasped, looking at it. "20 at once? Hah, you are a psychopath, Merida, damn. What a wicked pain tolerance."

"Hah, pain tolerance," Lia mocked in the back. "Coming from her, I would call it masochism instead."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, they are all new. Two tattoo artist at once."

Pushing the right sleeve of my hoodie down, I showed the colorful cut pomegranate on my inner right wrist. I pushed the scarf away to put down the hood of the hoodie and pushed my loose hair to the side to show them the detailed crescent moon on the nape of my neck. Raising the left sleeve of my hoodie as high as I could, I showed them part of the colorful cherry blossom tree tattoo that goes from my left shoulder to my left wrist.

"I spent almost a full day to make all of them, with two artists at the same time. I'll show you all of them when we get to the villa. We have indoor thermal pools, so you will end up seeing me in a bikini. I showed you four," I adjusted my clothes, "there are other 16." On my lower frontal hip, between my breasts, right collarbone, right biceps, right and left ankle, left feet, left ribs, left hip, left and right under breasts, right upper thigh, left thigh, middle of my lower back, right shoulder blade, and left side of my upper back. "Only Lia saw them all."

"I though you only had the one on your feet," Elena gasped.

"You have one on your feet?" Keith arched his eyebrows curiously.

A nod, "On my left feet, it's a lil sentence. 'Made in Hell' in red, if you look from a frontal point of view, it's a vertical tattoo, at the left side of my feet. Elena saw me in platform sandals, that's how she saw it."

"It's sexy," she beamed. "I'm scared of needles, I could never."

"Mom, can I get tattoos when I grow older?" Dragan asked.

"Aye, aren't you an influencer, Zee?" She chuckled. "Yes, dear, you can, but only after you turn 17, okay?"

"6 years, it'll come in a blink," he beamed.

"Do you plan on having more?" Keith asked.

A nod, "Just a few more. Jam-Jam has some too, but not this many."

"Because I'm not a masochist," she cried. "You already made me do three in one day, bitch. You and your annoying dares, when you know I can't handle being challenged. I still remember how much it hurt, and I only have three. To think you go twenty at one, and still wants more, tsk."

"I have friend that is like that," uncle giggled. "To some people, it's like a drug. Once you get once, you keep craving for another, and another, and another, and one more, and it's an unending cycle."

"At least it's an addiction that makes us hot."

"And I thought you couldn't get any hotter," Keith giggled.

"Of course, I can," I said it all with a condescending smug. "I'm that amazing and that pretty."

"Yeah, yeah, amazing & pretty girl," Elena mocked and parked her car, "we are in the airport. It's packed with reporters in the right."

"So, let's go to the left," I suggested. "You can stay or come with us, it'll take a bit, I brought enough stuff to fill two of my cars, that are in here," then I grabbed the keys to my Genesis and to my Cadillac from my handbag, then I turned to Keith. "Can you drive, depressive boy?"

"I'll turn 20 in 8 days, Merida, come on," he gasped. "Of course, I can freaking drive. I got my driver's license at 16."

"Good, good. Before I left to Switzerland, I left my Genesis GV80 and my Cadillac Escalade in here, since I knew I would need two cars to pack with the stuff I was going to buy. I was going to ask Lia to drive it with me, but now that you are here, be useful and help your life saver, yeah? I'll hand you my Escalade, but you better be fucking careful, I'm possessive with my cars, got it, depressive boy?" When he nodded thrice, I handed him the key to it, then we all exited the car, and Elena carried Yury with her.

"How many cars do you have, Zee?" Dragan's eyes beamed.

"Around 170, I think," I bonded to myself. "I inherited 130 cars from my dad, 5 were given to me by my mom, and I bought the other 35." I shook the key of my Genesis, "The Genesis GV80 is the last one I bought."

"One hundred and seventy cars?" The boys and Elena gasped.

"Yep," I giggled. "I like luxury cars," I rolled my shoulders. "Lexus and Cadillac and Genesis. Audi, BMW, Toyota, Bentley, Jaguar, Ferrari, Lamborghini, Land Rover, Mercedes-Benz, Porsche, Rolls-Royce, Tesla, Hyundai, Aston Martin, Bugatti, Maserati, Volvo, Maybach, Lincoln, Alfa Romeo, McLaren, Volkswagen, Infiniti, Mini, Subaru, Chrysler, Acura, W Motors, Jeep, Koenigsegg, Pagani, Lotus Cars, Polestar. I really love cars."

"Not just cars," uncle pointed.

I nodded, "I love bikes even more. I inherited 70 bikes from dad, but I got 30 for myself, now I have 100 luxury bikes. I'm an addicted for Harley-Davidson and BMW bikes the most, and love the big ones. Cars too, I have countless, but I love the big ones the best. 170 cars, 100 bikes."

"Damn, your father had a craze collection," Keith gasped in shock.

"He had," I smiled softly. "Our childhood villa, which, like I told you, I don't live on it right now, but I inherited it from him and I'm not doing the reform of it myself, so I can move out from my mom's, has four underground floors just of garages. Three for cars, one for bikes and other vehicles, plus the ground garage that fits about twenty."

"How do you organize them?" Dragan asked excited.

"I leave 50 cars in each of the car floors, 3 on the ground garage, 5 on mom's house, and the other 12 are in the Zakopane villa's underground garage. These 2 I have here in the airport are part of the 5 that I leave in mom's. I leave 3 of my bikes in there, 10 bikes in the Zakopane villa, 2 bikes in the ground garage of my house, and the other 85 bikes in my house at the underground garage for them."

We stopped by the manager of airline we flew on, and we talked to him, saying we were part of the passengers who changed the flight, the ones who were in the plane that crashed, as we came back from Paris by train. After showing them both our plane tickets and our train tickets, the manager and the staff almost bowed down in apologies for what happened, but then we just asked them to help with our luggage, that were in our real flight.

Mrs. Liliana Di Leo, the manager, brought us to the cooled storage room herself, where all of our things were. As I had tagged all of our bags with our respective names in red acrylic key chains that I tied to the black locks on all the zippers, it was easy to find everything. And while Cecylia and uncle together only had about 15 luggage, I had about 45, thrice that much, all very protected and as untouched as we sent them in.

"Jesus Christ, Merida," Keith gasped. "What's all this?"

"You really are a billionaire," Dragan giggled. "This is not a joke."

"10 of the bags are stuff I got for myself, 3 are for lil bunny, 2 are for Rafał, and the other 30 are presents for everyone!" I rolled my shoulders, moving all the huge luggage away. "Mom asked me to buy a billion of things, then she told me lots of brands and I got things in all of them."

Elena's eyes widened as they all helped me talking it all and putting 15 of the bags in the Cadillac and 15 in the Genesis, enough that it only left space for the front seats. Thankfully, Elle helped out and offered to put the other 15 in her car, since it's huge and it'll be almost emptied. Then she put Yury's baby chair in the back and Dragan sat in the passenger seat with his baby brother.

"3 out of the 30 bags are packed with alcohol and other drinks," I said after we struggled to fit it all in, after 20 minutes.

"When did you get all this?" She gasped.

"The day we got to Zurich, the day before I met you!" I told her. "I spent the first day and the second all shopping everywhere in Zurich, since I had left the shopping as a last task to do in Zurich, because I didn't want to go around carrying everything with me. Though I did buy stuff I wanted in Geneva, Zermatt, Davos, and St. Moritz, before Zurich." Then I helped Lia and uncle fitting theirs in their olive Land Rover.

"We'll head straight to Zakopane, Jam-Jam. Don't take long, or your family will freak the fuck out," Lia told me, caressing my hair. "Charge your phone on your car as soon as you get in it, yeah?"

Nodding, I hugged her, "Yeah. I'll just stop by the mall for them to buy some clothes to take with them and other stuff. You go now, we'll be behind you by 2 hours at max." Uncle came closer and kissed my forehead, the Lia kissed my cheek, they said bye to the others and left in their car.

"You look envious, Merida," Keith mocked.

"I am envious, because I want my boyfriend with me, depressed boy," I groaned and got into my car, putting my phone to charge with the charger I got in one of my bags. "You two follow me behind. We have two hours to buy you everything you will need for a 15-days-long stead, maybe a bit more."

"Alright!" Elle and Keith exclaimed, hopping on her Lexus and in my Cadillac, then turning the engines on.

Let's go.