Spirit Was A Good Horse. They Made You Happy. Building The Community House With Your Friends Made You

Spirit was a good horse. They made you happy. Building the community house with your friends made you happy too, right?

Domino holds up Althea so she can sound out the ask. After she struugles through it she cranes her neck to look at him. "YOu had a horsie!?" He smiles and nods. "Can I see? Horsies are so pretty and they run really fast and eat apples and and and" she pauses to catch her breath.

Domino shakes his head setting her bad down on the ground. "That was a long time ago kiddo. We don’t have spirit anymore."

"AWWWWW" Althea frowns and crosses her arms. "I wanna meet a horsie."

There once was a prince, young and free. He was known across the land for his wit and prowess in battle. Even gods respected the prince’s rule! For this prince guarded the key to eternal life. For decades his kingdom was prospered, his people knowing no hardships. Until a war broke out. Invaders, greedy and wicked wanted to take the kingdom and steal the key to immortality. Prince fought long and hard but the war took a deep toll on his mind. He began to slip in his sanity, pushing away advisors and generals out of fear of spies in their midst. His paranoia ran so deep that he hurt a lot of innocent people, including those he loved most. With the prince in a weakened state, the kingdom was soon overrun and a wicked baron took the throne. He imprisoned the prince and enlisted the help of a black smith to forge chains so strong he could never escape. The baron would mock the prince, would harm him for his own amusement while the blacksmith, now warden, watched in fascination. They still couldn’t unlock immortality and the blacksmith believed the prince a threat. He began to work on new chains— a crown that would allow the blacksmith to control the poor prince as a puppet. Now the prince is a mere cloth puppet, his body dulled at the blacksmith’s request. This blacksmith married the prince and forced him to never do the things he loved a poor prince in a gilded cage

Althea starts BAWLING. She runs over and buries her face in Dominos thigh. "I. Did-didnt- like like that, storyyyyyy" she squeals. Domino picks her up rocking her back and forth.

I was just joking! FUCK!

Sam opens the door, Ardent runs over and hugs him. Sam walks over to the computer and reads the ask. "Hmmm. Seems like some people forgot their words can hurt."

"Domino." The man walks over stopping at attention in front of him. "You and Althea handle these people, Ardent and I are going to have some alone time."

how are You all taking care of pet?

Althea throws her arms around Fran pulling her into a hug that ends with them both on the floor.

Ardent: Her name is Fran and very well, she's getting up there in age but she's still healthy.

Domino, you can trust us. We fucking hate Sam

Ardent reads the ask over Domino's shoulder. He scoffs. "What a bunch of idiots! Like they're losers! How would that make you trust them? Sam helped you!" Domino nods, glancing at the front door.

domino i just wish you good luck now for no reason in particular

Domino shakes his head dissapointed.