Barrow Fields once there was a queen named gioma

ingram had expected the reveal to go one of two ways: one, rosalyn would commisserate with him and tell him how much of a Stuck Up Binch chusi was -- or two, she would sympathize with chusi, and clout ingram over the head with well-deserved heft for his stupidity. so when she picked a third option, C, none of the above, ingram tensed and a squint overcame his muzzle.

what was she doing? he stiffened as she scented him, and when she pulled away there was no mistaking the -- displeasure -- on her face? ingram's jaws hung loose in surprise - he hadn't said anything that bad, had he?

he needed a moment to process what she had said, and he set back on his heels as if he had been suddenly shouldered an immense weight. "wuh.. what?" his ears pulled back as he continued to reel. "wylla isn't a wit--- wait.. you mean caiaphas?" ingram's head canted to the side in confusion as he tried his best to untangle the sudden change of atmosphere around them.