No - no, I'm very sorry, but I do believe this is a case of mistaken identity? Surely this invitation was meant for someone else. [ do you ever just find yourself having a conversation with a little elf that's trying to foist a golden invitation into your hands? yeah, sometimes it just be like that. he's never been here? he's pretty sure this is actually meant for temenos? what even are you, small elf friend, some kind of cait in disguise? a different kind of demihuman? very confusing situation for one, lost little lamb.
anyways.
he's very politely leaning down, both palms held out, insisting upon the envelope being returned to the elf as they also insistently shove it at him. no! you've already taken it, we're already here, it's yours now! they have other jingly mingly invites to go give out!
help. ]
II. ring ding dingalin'
[ scene: the sleigh rides. crick has given up, or has been persuaded to just accept his current lot in life, or been bullied into it. and he is currently standing here just. petting a horse on its velvety nose, giving it sugar cubes. because he is a good boy. he's a knight! knights bond with horses!
that's it that's the prompt. he's "sir only appearing in memshares" at the moment i'm not writing a bunch of them. ]
III. wildcard
[ have at me friends. come bully temenos' boy. throw a snowball. drag him to the party. throw him in the bouncy house. ]
crick wellsley, temenos' long-suffering +1
anyways.
he's very politely leaning down, both palms held out, insisting upon the envelope being returned to the elf as they also insistently shove it at him. no! you've already taken it, we're already here, it's yours now! they have other jingly mingly invites to go give out!
help. ]
II. ring ding dingalin'
that's it that's the prompt. he's "sir only appearing in memshares" at the moment i'm not writing a bunch of them. ]
III. wildcard