Oh The Anarchy! | Felyn and Moxie |
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The inside of the castle was cleaner than the outside, but an air of disorder still prevailed over all. Sumptuous red carpets decorated the halls, as did crystal chandeliers. Yet there was something off about the entire scene. Instead of regal banners depicting royal the coat of arms, dark black and red banners with burning eyes stared back from the walls.
Other than the luxurious decorations the castle was empty. No servants wandering about, no knights guarding the halls. Not even any of the many people from outside had wandered in, through they had gathered in the door and watched curiously as Felyn had wandered by. They whispered conspiratorially, though none made efforts to stop her, some even actively shying away when she looked their way.
The whispering carried down the halls until in eventually faded. A new echo soon replaced it though; a loud, joyful out-of-tune humming. The source of the humming quickly became apparent, as a familiar blonde clad in neon rounded the corner.
Moxie strolled into view, lost in her own little dream world. Spotting Felyn, she paused her humming and smiled. She gave the young witch a friendly wave before tilting her head at her. Squinting in recognition, she asked “Uh hi. Do I… know you?”
To anyone else, the decorations might have seemed strange, garish even. However, Felyn’mice had grown up in drow society, and therefore was not really surprised by the decorations. They did seem a little dark for a festival, though. Well, Felyn wasn’t going to complain, it felt homely for her.
Having yet to look at the source of the speaking, she looked back to the staring crowd. What, was she breaking some kind of rule, being in here? Or maybe it was a drow thing. She was going to have to assume it was a drow thing. They still weren’t that common, from what she could tell.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mi-”
And then she looked.
There she was, in torn clothes, with the smile of the cruel fey. Decked in garish clothes and chemical filth, the Neon Nightmare greeted her once again. The memory of burning dresses and rubble filled Felyn’s mind, but only for a second. Unfortunately, she had responded in that second.
“You! You were the one that burned my house down!” She pointed wildly in Moxie’s direction. Suddenly the potions made sense.
