Clutch

"Insane!? Are you calling me insane!?"


"Clutch, this is getting out of hand. You've got to come back," Celestial pleaded.

The mad mirror threw himself back in his rickety stick-and-mud throne in quite the overly dramatic manner. He lowered his head and tensed up, thrusting his head forward and peering through the eyeholes in his costume. "You dare come in my throne room and call me insane? I simply can't understand your reasoning," he snarled. "Furthermore, when you are in my domain, I am Prince Cornfiend!"

As Celestial shifted in discomfort, a purple-finned head poked out of a hole that seemed to be punched into a nearby tree. Noticing the snapper, it swam through the air and drifted around the new dragon. With a voice that was half-hissed, half-whined, it whispered into Celestial's ear.

"Refer to him as Prince. Unrelated, but as you can probably see, he think's he's a fae~!" It remarked, voice laden with sarcasm. It paused to form a wicked smile and swim-flew a circle around Celestial's head. "Quite funny, honestly. Well, as soon as Prince Cornfiend wandered off from the clan in a daze, I found him and -- helped him out."

An angered snort came from the prince's throne. "What are the two of you talking about!?" He barked, each word making his folded mask crinkle.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, my Prince," the agol rasped, gracefully propelling itself to Clutch. It perched on the prince's wingtip, tightening one of the shimmering, pink bows that was draped over it. It turned to stare at Celestial. "I'm deeply sorry, but Prince Cornfiend won't return to the clan, unfortunately." With a final sneer, it stiffly gestured for Celestial to leave.