You Didn't Make the Naughty List

Black and white ears shifted to the side, catching the click of claws on wood. The voice of the servant man called out softly and Chimera turned his attention towards the door. He appreciated the hard work that the luminescent man had been putting in around the island. Erystotle went above and beyond, doing things without being asked. That made him very valuable. The less overseeing that Chimera had to do, the better. The horned brute was proving to be very reliable and already the king had a healthy level of trust for him.

"No," his answer was simple. It wasn't necessary to say much else, so he didn't. Chimera gave a nod, dismissing the horned man. He waited until Erystotle was gone before he pulled his attention away from the door. It was difficult to not look at the man. There was an ethereal beauty to him that Chimera appreciated. Erystotle looked otherworldy, in a sense. With time, it seemed that the life had come back into him somewhat. At least physically. Mentally, who knew what lay beneath?

Once alone, Chimera decided that the lull of the fire was just too much to peel himself away from. Rather than go back to the main chamber, the giant man simply curled up on the furs and drifted off into a much needed sleep.

"Speech"