“Well that backfired,” Orion deadpanned as I hurried forward with Tory and Geraldine to help him to his feet. “By the stars’ nipples,” he murmured as he regained consciousness. “Pantaloons on the moon – oh gracious, forgive my language, my ladies. I have not seen the mark of the Zodiac Guild in many a year, and to see it worn by none other than a Power Shamed F-” He reared over and retched at those words. “Forgive me, a Power Shamed F-” He retched loudly again, and Orion cursed under his breath while the Heirs all laughed.
