A Cautious Game~
Fedor
Frozen North
Elfmoon, 4401
Fedor streaked north, skimming low over leagues of stark white nothingness, then banked and dove into the icy crevasse. Down he flew, down beneath the ice cap, down to the warmth at the heart of the world.
They watched him land, the condescending bastards. Always hovering. Waiting for the gory end. Fedor didn’t bother tempering his foul mood as he crossed the subterranean grotto.
“Not looking good for your protégés,” whistled Zsirzseet.
“I’m preoccupied at the moment,” said Fedor. “May I ignore you some other time?”
“Touchy, he isss,” said Kazlyx. “We do not judge you. We only point out the mistakes you are making.”
“Well then, do keep talking. I always yawn when I’m interested.”
Fedor brushed past, leaving them to resume enduring
