Luzrov rulay

…that was one hell of a year-long nap.

Well, it was better than the eight centuries one.

   Garden parties...? Mikleo took a seat at the table again, leaning his face down a bit closer than it had been before. A tea set... a beautiful one, to be certain, but to have multiple tea sets for multiple occasions felt... lavish. He supposed, with her status and where they were in the castle of Hyland, it would make sense for things to be a bit more upper-crust than from modest homes like those around them. But even still...

   “And so you’re having one of these... garden parties... soon?” It sounded so self explanitory. Garden party. Party in garden. Party in a garden like the one they were in, with a fancy tea set, and fancy foods, headed by a princess for fancy other nobles, amongst whom he... would have to actively participate...? Things had been so odd since Sorey had....

    “... no. Not it’s not.”

    Mikleo only had a few moments of recognition before clarity: Sorey, excited by the book on the pedestal, had hurried forward without thinking. Sorey, excited by the book on the pedestal, had stepped onto the platform without thinking. Sorey, excited by the book on the pedestal, had forgotten that they were in a mildly dangerous setting where they had already encountered not one, not two, but three prior defensive traps, and yet was still entirely undeterred from darting forward. 

    So no, not it was not supposed to make that sound, and as the floor gave way beneath Mikleo’s feet, it was all he could do not to shoot a spout of water at Sorey and launch him off the miraculously still in place platform that he was standing on. 

    The fall was not so bad- twenty, maybe thirty feet- and Mikleo was adept at catching himself, if nothing else. Though now they were separated. As his feet came to rest at the bottom of the new chasm, Mikleo flipped his staff in his hand with an unseen flourish, then glowered up. “Everything alright up there?” Why would a trap like this exist...? Whoever climbed on the platform was spared.... was it just to isolate? Or...

    “Don’t patronize me.” Mikleo insisted. Seriously, how did the two of them always end up on fish-duty? And besides, how on earth would anyone massage a fish? Or get an ending from fish? This wasn’t some game. That would make no sense.... but even then, this was Muzet.... she always seemed to know something more than she was letting on, and... well, she’d been helpful before...

Use this link to generate your team!

Repost, do not reblog!

    I refuse to justify myself.

tagged by: the wind