[Underneath his cape, a flutter of movement emerges, until a few stray butterflies of light take position on the king’s shoulder — three of them, each emitting a soft glow.]
Yes, this will do! Though I’ll have to let you lead us deeper inside.
[Said with a smile, a wink and a slight bow. Let the beast bare its fangs at the Medicine Seller first; Oberon does not even try to hide the audacity. That said, a random question uttered as he takes a few cautionary steps forward:]
Medicine Seller, a question: do demons dream, you think?
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[Underneath his cape, a flutter of movement emerges, until a few stray butterflies of light take position on the king’s shoulder — three of them, each emitting a soft glow.]
Yes, this will do! Though I’ll have to let you lead us deeper inside.
[Said with a smile, a wink and a slight bow. Let the beast bare its fangs at the Medicine Seller first; Oberon does not even try to hide the audacity. That said, a random question uttered as he takes a few cautionary steps forward:]
Medicine Seller, a question: do demons dream, you think?