The kids bolted between the houses while riding on top of their steeds, trashing them both.
"Enough!" Selia looked at the disasters, plural, and wept. "Time for bed!"
"But I'm not sleepy!" Fenrir pouted.
"Yes, you are." Selia growled. "All of you are! If not for the self-repair arrays, you guys would be grounded until adulthood."
"I am an adult." Morok, the reigning champion, said, and his steed, Protector, nodded. "We both are."
"That makes it worse!" Selia snarled. "You should give the good example."
"We did." Morok jumped off Protector's back and helped put the Verhen and Fastarrow kids to bed. "We proved to them that they are safe. That their parents look over them, and they can still have fun.
"We showed the kids that we have no fear and that they shouldn't either. For you, it's a mess, but for them, it means that no bad guy can come and crush their childhood. You're a horrible parent."
