The Fallen Prince chuckled, patting the Phouka between his ears.
"Ah, one of my favorite stories."
He said in devilish delight. Mythranys, sensing humiliation, snarled and rolled over to claw savagely at Cade's calloused hand. The Eloquir just grinned, seemingly used to the ruthless fae's attacks.
"Dontcha dare!"
Myth hissed, sounding irate. Cade just imprisoned him in his arms, one hand bleeding from the razored claw marks on its back. He laughed, diving into the tale with amusement.
"There I was," he began dramatically, to annoy the struggling Phouka, "just wandering through Serendipity. I wanted to travel to the Colony Valley- dragons have always fascinated me. But I felt this odd pull, and I decided to follow it. I figured, 'what the hell?' So, it took me nearly half an hour, but I ventured into this little clearing, where, lo and behold, I come upon the strangest sight Olin all my years."
He lifted a hand to illustrate the scene, eyes alight with mirth.
"Hanging by his tail in a trap is this little bugger, surrounded by a tribe of Spriggans." he showed their small size with his thumb and forefinger as Myth yowled in protest. " They're all smacking him with these sticks, and he's getting poked in the eyes, flailing around like a fish on a hook. Theyd rigged up this little sapling, and he's dangling from it. I have never seen a more comical situation in my whole life. I charge in, kicking the little bastards away in five seconds. Don't know what they planned on doing with him, but I saved him from something."
He snickered as the fae in question growled, biting at his constricting arms in shame at being caught by the pint sized oppressors. Cade smirked at Aven, shrugging his shoulders.
"I'm sure now that it was my connection to the shadows that led me to the surly little crank, but he's my closest friend."
