The festival faded behind us as our wagon rattled back onto the Glimmerfen road, the horse snorting like it was personally offended by the detour.
My shiny muffin prize sat in my lap, glowing faintly, just sitting there.. all beautiful...
probably cursed but definitely delicious.
The Loaf's power still buzzed in my veins, making my fingers twitch with the urge to turn something into a bagel. Lilith drove, her scythe gleaming like it was ready to reap the entire forest. Vorren sharpened his knife, muttering about dragons.
Jex hugged his apple sack, eyeing my muffin like it might bite him. Yvra sat stiffly, her princess glare daring anyone to speak. Mister Fog floated above, his tea steaming with what smelled like burnt dreams. Sir Thrain and Sir Gorrim tried to regain their dignity, but Thrain's helmet was still backward, and Gorrim's cloak was now stained with custard and flour, giving him the vibe of a walking dessert.
