Margo led them through a series of ornate hallways, all beautifully hewn stone and intricately patterned windows, candles in every sill to light those parts of the castle that still sat in shadow.
And then, abruptly, she came to a stop in front of a seemingly empty room. Her posture shifted, nerves and some small amount of fear settling in her gestures. She was silent for a moment.
Then: "Mushroom screw-ups are on these chuckleheads," she said, as if responding to someone, and gestured at her two minions. Meanwhile, I have a real problem. The High King was hijacked by pirates and I can't help him. But you can."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2024-06-19 06:54 pm (UTC)And then, abruptly, she came to a stop in front of a seemingly empty room. Her posture shifted, nerves and some small amount of fear settling in her gestures. She was silent for a moment.
Then: "Mushroom screw-ups are on these chuckleheads," she said, as if responding to someone, and gestured at her two minions. Meanwhile, I have a real problem. The High King was hijacked by pirates and I can't help him. But you can."