"Outcasts" by dragon_imaginer "Are you sure?" asked Mister Evensong, eyeing his daughter. He had stopped combing his mane, and the Royal Kougra set his comb down on the side table. Madame Evensong fanned her luxurious tail, while adjusting her robes and crown. On her usually contented Peophin face sat an expression of puzzlement, one that had not graced the court's presence for many years. Before them stood their daughter. The Royal Girl Kyrii had rushed into their work quarters in a frenzied manner, unlike the normal semblance...
One Card I sighed and eyed the dusty-tan coloured Cybunny as she drew a thin Scorched Treasure scratchcard out of the metal bin and slapped it down on the counter.
The Play's the Thing: Part Five "It's obviously supposed to signify Esmeralda's transformation into a maddened witch after she lost the Baron," the other voice said knowledgably. "Gosh, don't you know anything about the theatre?"