Was I rhyming? Why did I say—it seemed so natural— “They have an odd sense of drama.” Teriarch glares at the faeries as countless icy pinpricks freeze my shirt to my back. But his tone is more conversational. “They alter the sense of—well, I suppose you would call it your perception of reality. It gets quite tiresome after a while. Still, it is rare to see them do that.” “Oh.” My knees are weak. Teriarch blinks a few times at me. His anger is—gone. He’s just looking at me now. “Curious. This has been an odd day.” You’re telling me? I knew I was going to be facing down a dragon at some point,
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