What strange sight amidst hellscape : this facade of joy / ever — smiling, ne’er seen without. Jarring to see ‘pon another, but familiar ( the nightmare had done it too ). Wild animals bare their teeth in warning, do they not ? Grand horn is set ablaze with gentle magic, and so is generous cup of coffee atop the table beside her. After quick shake of wings and star — filled mane alike, with morning beverage in tow she approaches hotel’s patron.
❛ 'tis not redemption you seek in this hotel, is it ? ❜ with nay prelude, calm and curious ( & a touch of accusation ). How redundant a question ! Dearest moon knows thee, o’ scarlet tyrant, by reputation most dreadful. And though no better be tales of own actions, judgement she casts ‘pon a creature thought more wicked than even herself. // @elkfeast
