At least some of the fear seemed to bleed out of Margo, making space for indignance. (Even if those who cared to pay attention could still hear a tremble.) "You wanna run this kingdom behind the scenes, fine," she said, waving her arms. "But what happens when every jackoff out there gets the idea that Fillory is easy pickings with magic gone 'cause we can't even defend our High King? Or nevermind that, what if I just disappear on you again, and Eliot never comes back? Huh? You think you can't get mushroom fields planted now, see what happens then."
Another silence.
Something like hope crept into Margo's expression. "When do we leave?"
Tick cleared his throat.
She looked at him, irritated. "...And these three need to come with."
There was... a sound. Like someone snapping their fingers. Before them, the Fairy Queen revealed herself-- a deeply white woman with blonde hair, white lashes and pale skin, and deep black eyes that seemed to have no whites at all. In her hands, she held an ornate chain, at the end of which sat a little cage-- holding an eye that looked suspiciously like the one in Margo's head.
As Tick and Gillen immediately dropped to their knees (to Margo's disgust), the narrative took a moment to elaborate: the Fairy Queen was also presently lounging in a full bathtub.
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Date: 2024-06-20 03:51 pm (UTC)Another silence.
Something like hope crept into Margo's expression. "When do we leave?"
Tick cleared his throat.
She looked at him, irritated. "...And these three need to come with."
There was... a sound. Like someone snapping their fingers. Before them, the Fairy Queen revealed herself-- a deeply white woman with blonde hair, white lashes and pale skin, and deep black eyes that seemed to have no whites at all. In her hands, she held an ornate chain, at the end of which sat a little cage-- holding an eye that looked suspiciously like the one in Margo's head.
As Tick and Gillen immediately dropped to their knees (to Margo's disgust), the narrative took a moment to elaborate: the Fairy Queen was also presently lounging in a full bathtub.