He sucks in a breath, suddenly quite certain this is no dream. Magic prickles his senses as it had when he'd seen The Fool press his fingers into the strange river, when he'd seen again the cockerel crown...
There is no face that's familiar. He swallows, thickly, reaching for a sword that isn't there.
After some dizzying time spent adjusting, he walks about the feast as a servant looking for his master, trying to make himself seem demure, asking after Lord Golden. But the more blank stares he receives... the more surly and sharp his manner.
Fitzchivalry | The Six Duchies | Unseelie
He sucks in a breath, suddenly quite certain this is no dream. Magic prickles his senses as it had when he'd seen The Fool press his fingers into the strange river, when he'd seen again the cockerel crown...
There is no face that's familiar. He swallows, thickly, reaching for a sword that isn't there.
After some dizzying time spent adjusting, he walks about the feast as a servant looking for his master, trying to make himself seem demure, asking after Lord Golden. But the more blank stares he receives... the more surly and sharp his manner.
Wildcard!
Whatever goes!