Location: Dragonsmaw Manor
Born 3 years, 4 months ago
Career: Animal Husbandry
Dragonsmaw Manor House (250/250)
Icy tuned out the deer after he mention the Royal gembound lost in thought, having never met a royal gembound in person, though she had spoken to Pink Lemonade she wasn't royalty at all and acted more like a blob of bubble gum then the tangy drink she was named after her personality was soft, squishy, and kinda sticky and she was obsessed with hugs. Icy had never heard of a gembound queen in oceandome though she knew most gembounds where very pretty. Icy kept thinking once again taping her giant foot before realizing the deer had stopped talking and was now staring at her with a look that she could only describe as "headlights fright" his eyes were wide but he was silent and just watched her. She was once again reminded how creepy deer were but his face soon went back to normal as he glanced at Slimila still perched on his hoof. "I've never heard of a cold pawed royal before," she says remembering what he had said while she was lost in thought, "let us go see the gembound" she nods her head in determination, scoops up Slimilia with one of her large hand and stomps toward the exit door happy to get away from the two-faced devils adorned in jewels/fine fabrics and sporting cheesy grins. She pushes the door open and waits for the deer to exit but he still hasn't moved. She wonders if he died though it is unlikely as he hasn't fallen to the floor.
"Butler," Icy says examining his fancy suit before answering with a grunt. "Not thanks, she grumbles ready to return back to her seat before a thought popped into her head. Icy squints at the little deer in suspicion though his voice shakes just like all the other useless butlers strutting about. "Who do you serve," Icy says her voice still a grumble but less aggressive as Slimia goops her way over and sits on one of the deer's perfectly polished hooves. Icy didn't like the look of him she never likes deer their knees are backward and 'they are very suspicious why else would horns grow from their heads', she thinks, tapping her giant foot, already waiting impatiently for a reply.
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