>>5881938>>5881888>>5881812>>5881661>>5881659>>5881648>>5881618>>5881587“I am,” you declare.
This seems to take everyone by surprise… Except, perhaps, for Clanirae. You can sense her gaze upon her, somehow, but at such distance—and with your back to her-you cannot tell if she is shocked, or if she approves or disapproves. You’re almost afraid to turn around and find out.
“Ezreal!” your mother cries out.
“My boy…” your father whispers, stepping closer. “I’m not sure you’ve thought this through.”
You press on in spite of this. Without turning away from the Unseelie Fey, you commence to explain yourself, as much for your friends and family as for the foes:
“I will ride into my battle astride my MIGHTY STEED.”
You pat Muffins’ flank pointedly, and the chimera rumbles, all three heads looking towards you with the same confusion as the others.
“Not you, too,” you mutter. “Come on, Muffins.”
The two Unseelie representatives chatter rapidly between one another, but youc an only make out a few words:
“Isn’t that two?”
“Well, it’s one and a mount.”
“Is… We can’t allow that, though”
“Well, we didn’t SAY…”
“It’s the spirit of it!”
“Wait, did he say the beastie’s name is ‘Muffins’?!”
You clear your throat pointedly, and both pairs of shiny, black eyes turn to you, their expressions conflicted, but mostly worried. Then, the male of the pair begins to smirk, and finally to grin—a too-wide, sinister smile that worries you deeply.
“Alright, he says, “have it your way, cousin.”
“What?!” demands the female. “If they’re cheating, we should just—”
She shuts up abruptly, a knowing look crossing her features before they settle into a smug neutrality. The male nods. You begin to feel some trepidation at this.
