Location: Dark Forest
Time: Day 571/210 (Subjective/Actual) - Late Evening
Realm: Lower Realm (Doha)
Thirty minutes later, Takara finally moved.
Everything hurt. His pride hurt worse.
But delaying wouldn't make this easier.
With trembling metaphysical hands, he reached out to Fahmjir.
[M-my liege...] His mental voice was small, broken. [I... I need to report...]
[Takara,] Fahmjir's voice rumbled through dimensional barriers. [Why are you contacting me so soon? You should be establishing yourself as their adorable companion by now.]
[...There has been a slight problem getting close to those females.]
[What problem?] The growl in Fahmjir's voice promised creative punishment if the answer wasn't satisfactory.
