[ti]solo[/ti]Thorned Rose

Blackthorne hummed softly, sitting on the stone edge of a raised bed. The Refresh instance could look however he wanted, and a spooky gothic castle seemed right. It was made all the sillier by Kingsguard, a defiant speck of blue amidst the gloom.

<I'm ready.> He said, voice a sturdy, but high-pitched, chirp. But Blackthorne had no space to comment on the disconnect of one’s voice to their self, and so said nothing about it.

“As you say…” He mused instead, imperious, canting his head a bit in condescending disbelief. Blackthorne then lashed out, not with words or magic- but with soft yarn balls, tossed at the little quail.

The way Kingsguard acted, though, the balls might as well have been from the Legendaries themselves, the quail dodging out of the way, feathers raised, eyes bright.

“Very good…” Blackthorne drawled, Kingsguard perking up a bit at the praise. “But- what about your duties?”

With that, he started lobbing not at Kingsguard, but at Regent, who was taking a well-deserved nap. Kingsguard shot forwards, taking blow after blow of the soft, fuzzy balls. At the end of it, he was breathing hard, stray feathers scattered, and Regent-

Was still fast asleep.

“Very good, Kingsguard.” Blackthorne praised, pulling out a bag of treats- Which meant Regent was no longer napping, but that was fine. Hard work had to be rewarded, after all.