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Arms stretched out as vines entwine the satyr's form, flowers turn their faces adoringly, beasts of the forest crawl, bellies low to the ground to grovel at the feet of the horned one with the legs of a goat.
... a wagon full to brimming brings relief to hungry children ... a cottage choked in vines ... a cow is delivers a third gangly calf ... flooding as citizens run through the streets with gigantic wolves close on their heels ... a volcano erupting ... a floating city tilted at an angle as vines wrap around its upper level ... Thadius and Thalpius, goat legs and horns distorted and out of proportion ...
"Ebyron ... my husband ... my king ... King of the Fey ... lifetimes ago you were put to sleep ... too unpredictable ... too chaotic ... dangerous ... "
"Maab, my dear queen! See how nature loves me?! See how it celebrates my return? My awakening, willed by the song of elves? I am reborn! You have had your chance to rule, but now I reclaim my throne!"
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