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What do a tall beefy wolf boy and a shrunken-down giant rabbit have in common?

They both hate the government.

And they both enjoy cuddles

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Stahli; Exists

Xyon; This is mine now

Fay Court; No

Xyon; Ignores the government in favor of tall wolf boy You are mine now. You will help me write a book. We ignore the government in this house.

Stahli; Confused but follows the short nerdy doctor

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Sometimes I ask myself why I need a nap in the middle of the day

Then I look at the Google doc log.

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The Negotiation;

“Speak plainly, I tire of this game.”

Mavis laughed a full bodied thing. “I don’t think I shall. Give the planet to me sister, I’ll see to it you’re appropriately compensated. Morlen perhaps?”

She snapped to attention. “What is so fine that Eatilli is on equal footing as Morlen?”

“Nothing as of yet and it will always be nothing under your stewardship.” Mavis opened his book to the page he had been reading. Curiosity would get the better of her, this conversation was over.

“Fine, I’ll bring it to our sire and have ownership papers drawn. Good evening brother.”

“Good evening Mayve, treat your pet well or we will be renegotiate price.” Mavis sipped his tea and laid back as his sister stormed out of the study.

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Hymns of an Empire: Stahli-Prologue

Mavis sipped his fruity tea as he balanced a leather bound book on his stomach. Xyon Vr’Solen wrote the best planetary medical journals. This particular one was well worn around the edges. He had read it many times before. The leather lounge creaked as he shifted to set his tea down. He heard her coming but really couldn’t be bothered to sit up.

Mayve was in a rare state of dress, a gossamer white gown of silk. “Hello brother.” She sat across from him in an armchair.

“Out with it.”

“I saw your petition to sire, you want to take Eatilli from me.”

Mavis raised a brow. “And?”

Her lips pursed. “I thought we had an agreement that I don't go after yours and you don’t go after mine.”

Mavis shut his book and had a sip of tea before responding. “Call it a personal interest.”

"Keen on ignoring our accord more like.”

“Only informally, you and I both know you don’t have a plan for the planet.”

“You’re guessing.”

Mavis smirked. “You are taking their heiress hostage, despite the fact that you haven’t determined if their monarchy is anything more than the surface level or any of their political structures. You then intend to begin immigration and education with the long term goal of turning them into soldiers for the Winter Court. Again without putting any effort into grasping their structures or cultures.”

Mayve flicked a hand out casually. “They will be elevated, we can’t have fae living in such primitive cities.”

“Never occurred to you to ask them if they even want to be elevated?” Mavis asked. “You know how well it goes when you don’t.”

“They will, they are already open to trading.”

“Never occurred to ask why?” He smiled again as his sister's cheeks started to heat.

“Speak plainly, I tire of this game.”

Mavis laughed a full bodied thing. “I don’t think I shall. Give the planet to me sister, I’ll see to it you’re appropriately compensated. Morlen perhaps?”

She snapped to attention. “What is so fine that Eatilli is on equal footing as Morlen?”

“Nothing as of yet and it will always be nothing under your stewardship.” Mavis opened his book to the page he had been reading. Curiosity would get the better of her, this conversation was over.

“Fine, I’ll bring it to our sire and have ownership papers drawn. Good evening brother.”

“Good evening Mayve, treat your pet well or we will be renegotiate price.” Mavis sipped his tea and laid back as his sister stormed out of the study.

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Finished a book

My friends keep trying to take away my keyboard.

I've hidden in the closet.