Phantom Hollow You can take it all, you can take it all

And she did well to know her place. Had Damien had an idea of what was going through her head she wouldn't really have a head anymore. It was the way Damien worked to protect his own. For now, Flicker was one of his own, and she had actually been helpful if somewhat inaccurate about Blackfeather Woods. While for now they didn't have the manpower, the whole campaign to retake Blackfeather Woods had been rekindled by Flicker alone, and now The Melonii had something to work towards.

Damien didn't address the matter any longer, He was sure he'd been clear enough and Flicker did seem to get the point. It would have been superfluous to remark that should she speak like that to her sovereign again she would most likely lose her tongue, if not something worse.

Damien allowed the silence to linger for a moment, savoring the sense of authority and letting the idea of it sink in in Flicker's mind. But he was far from delighted about the situation. Does it still hurt? he asked eventually, his voice still stern and authoritative, yet curiously fatherly.