Oct 05 2020, 03:58 AM
It craned its neck to see past the orthoclase now speaking to the Kings. Was that—Brother-Talys? Selenite was tempted to whoop and holler to him right then, but then it remembered that it wanted to keep him... somewhat secret. Lest the Lord return and take him, too. Quills prickled along its neck, goosebumps forming even on its velvety joints.
Rather than jump right into the fray—there were a lot of Gembound—it found a nice patch of grass to squat in, one pair of arms folded over its knees and the others bracing on the ground. All eyes were set on those building a maze.