It was a very special day for two potential heirs.
It was a nerve-wracking day for the mother of one heir as she knew the choice would be made today.
Her little Demarco aged up first.
Awkwardly.
Next up was Diahl,
but his father was not focused on him. Demarco had grabbed his father's attention. "From now on, you shall be known as 'Sotal,'" said the proud papa.
"Sotal?" asked his mother (also known as the maid).
"In the tongue of my homeland, it means 'pride,'" explained the prince.
"He may have named you 'Sotal,'" said his mother when they were alone, "but you'll always be my little Demarco."
"No, I won't," he replied. "I am Sotal, and aren't
you simply the maid?"
"Hopefully," she responded, hesitantly, "I will be something more."
"Your brother," said the Watcher, delivering her update, "has defeated a ranked chess opponent. The opponent was a fairy."
"Apparently," she continued, "this detail grabbed Charmaine's imagination,"
"and she ran straight to the elixir shoppe,"
"and ended up with adorable pink wings!"
"Are you ready?" asked Emelie, walking into the room.
"Absolutely," said the elven prince with a smile.
This is the tiny hovel where Annalove and her kids (excluding Damon) have ended up.
Emelie insisted on paying them a visit. She noticed they didn't have a fireplace.
As it
was winter, and they might get cold, she had Breagadoir start a fire for them.
Emelie either experienced laughter or nausea.
Breagadoir simply admired his handiwork.
Annalove and Nightmare did not admire it nearly as much.
