[This evening's the evening, and Myr's been waiting all day for it to arrive.
He has--of course--the promised bells on; they jingle brightly in his antlers as he turns toward the sound of Viren's voice, ears lifted. His own best robes, in crimson and gold and subtle foliage patterns, have got nothing on the brilliance of the smile he's wearing.
the boys are bondiiiing
He has--of course--the promised bells on; they jingle brightly in his antlers as he turns toward the sound of Viren's voice, ears lifted. His own best robes, in crimson and gold and subtle foliage patterns, have got nothing on the brilliance of the smile he's wearing.
It's time. It's finally time.]
Viren. Shall we away to the Coven?