Fairspell Meadow breaker of the dawn

Akhtar gave a short little laugh at that, a gentle honk, fair as a midsummer goose attack. He grinned cheekily.

Perhaps so, Pharoah. Though, I think my appearance unsettles some. He’d gotten quite a few stares in his day thanks to his long, tapered snout and low, floppy ears. It had never bothered him much.

He was also quite certain any children of his would be squirreled away. He didn’t need them interfering in his cosmic game of chess, where no one knew he was playing it, or what his next move might end up being.