The Dainty Arts

*Aros* · 01-02-2014, 10:28 AM

Not moments later, as if his thoughts had summoned her, the fae appeared. Aros surged into a more upright position, now laying sphinx-style. His face remained pleasant as she spoke, falling only in a grimace of disbelief as she finished. She couldn't be serious, could she? Flowers?! He flicked his gaze over her visage, searching out any sign of jest. His jaw worked for a moment, but no words fell out. Finally, "Excuse you?" There was no way the princess was serious. Certainly she had a servant or... or someone who was more suited for this sort of work. Aros Ysgarion was no lackey to spend his days doing such menial tasks, even for the wolf he had decided would be his mate.

"Speech," Thoughts,

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