tempest, just how petty are you?
“There was once when I was a child, Alec and I were at the outskirts of the moors when we saw a human child. I tried to befriend him, see if he wanted to play with us. But he said that I looked ugly– too scary to play with because I had horns. And so I cursed him horns that grew every time something unkind left his lips. And I went on my merry way. I don’t know what happened to the boy.” She shrugged. “So I guess it entirely depends on the day.”












