I'M NOT SOME BOY THAT YOU CAN SWAY
He was unamused.
He hadn’t visisted the Chamber recently but he need not, some are so desperate for attention they will fall at your door and beg for it. He had not done much in the Gates, mostly because he is not overly ambitious but partly due to the fact he hadn’t been given a task. He has made somewhat of a friend in Wichita, he’d met Mast once but Fiasko? He’d never laid eyes on the mare but he hears the call from Kronk, one he has not formally met but has lurked before.
He watched them slowly, but surely one by one travel into the Gates. The first ‘leader’ of the pack, a ghostly white figure and then a black male, a gray one that he assumes has set fire to the beloved tree (not to Rapscallion, but perhaps to others – he wasn’t bothered by much). He takes note of a spotted one, she seems a little off in demeanor; any fool could see that. And one of Wichita’s children who has gone into full out hysterics.
Must he always be calm to a point of fault? Evidently so.
”Kronk, let’s be sensible shall we? Ruffled feathers only entice the coyotes to chase you more,” he says without laugh, nor a smile – he is and has always been the epitome of indifferent. ”I mean honestly, if it’s the Gates Queen you want, why would you just take her? Setting things on fire just seems like unnecessary child’s play,” he says truthfully, wondering what some people would do without their ‘traits’ although in their crosshairs being a regular joe-blow would probably put him at a disadvantage. ”I would hand her over to you but I’ve never met the mare,” he speaks truth, knowing his kingdom peers would likely scream or cry at this notion, they were for the dramatics, ”But you haven’t exactly given a just reason to do so and I’m not feeling particularly welcoming. Let’s get on with it– you’re interrupting my afternoon nap,” he eyes the lot of them, putting himself with his eyes forward to them. He isn’t sure if any magicians will show up, invisible beings but he will do his best to stay at a tactical advantage.
Chamberlings, pfft.