Lion Head Mesa But the roses were only to drain my inspiration

His ears went flat to his skull.

Makono, then. If the witch was here, it was by her word.

He glared at the woman who could have become a mother to him, the one he’d never actually given a chance to, and his lip raised into a harsh curl.

He snapped his teeth, once, then turned with a dramatic flare of his tail. He wouldn’t play this back and forth anymore. He wouldn’t stay here and yell back and forth with a mirror that only showed him his own stubbornness.

He paused at the doorway.

May you drown.

Then, he was gone down the hall, back to his quarters, where he would seethe in silence.