A few minutes tick by in silence.


Mael: The sun sure is hot. You're going to get a burn.
Isra: . . .

Mael sighs and undoes the end of the chain tied to the gate and clasps it around Isra's wrist.

Isra: Hey...
Mael: Sorry, Father's orders.
Isra: WHAT!!? I thought you were helping me!
Mael: I _am_. I convinced him to bring you back now instead of tomorrow.

Mael: But you still have to be girdled though.

Isra: I _hate_ all of you!!


Isra: _This_ is not fun! Whoever's idea it was, it _sucks_.


Isra: I can't move my wings. My neck itches!
And do you know how rough they were when they put these on and dragged me to the gate?!


Isra: They damaged my wings a little! Did you hear that?!
When we get home, I'm telling Father to whip those idiots!


Isra: *snarls* _What_ are you looking at?!

Mael: You're so cute when you get all in a huff.


Isra: . . .

Isra: . . . I'm _never_ talking to you again.





Isra stalks home with Mael laughing behind him.


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