Are you going to keep Goosefeather's curse? If so are you going to change anything about it? From my memory the book was... depressing.
It will probably get rolled into Pinestar's Crusade, building it up into an SE rather than just a novella. There's actually a lot going on in that specific moment, and it makes sense to go over it all at once.
So to answer your question, yes, most of Goosefeather's Curse is staying. Most of the Crusade Generation have depressing stories to tell. If the Thistle Period is defined by the fact that Thistle Law metastasized and went terminal, and if the Campaign Era was when it was newly born, then the Crusade Era was when it was first conceived.
I've been thinking about Pinestar's Crusade idly and mentioned it a few times, but here's my fragments so far;
PINESTAR'S CRUSADE
(Fuses Pinestar's Choice and Goosefeather's Curse)
We start in the Crusade Era; there is now more focus on 3 major characters, though it's still built around Pinestar as the POV
Pinestar, Goosefeather, and eventually Pinepaw's apprentice Speckletail.
Pinepaw is born into the start of the Crusades, a bloody period where the Clans are invading Chelford and brutalizing cats in the hopes of appeasing StarClan. He only begins to learn the full story of what happened in Darkstar's Commandment once he begins going to Gatherings as a warrior
The truth being that Oakstar came up with this idea because he couldn't take an L
But even as an apprentice, it becomes quickly apparent to him that what they're doing is evil. They were brutalizing kittypets who aren't trained to fight back.
During his first raid as an apprentice, he allows a ginger-and-white mother and her kittens to escape
This came back years later, when that queen, Crystal, forms BloodClan in response to the Crusades.
Pineheart watches Oakstar die barely a year later to the queen he saved, using early claw extenders to cut right through him. Even if he hadn't been on his last life, it would have ended him.
But, Crystal lets Pineheart go, recognizing the Clan cat who had saved her life.
Watching his dad die along with several friends, and countless more innocent Chelford, plus being released by Crystal, is a Formative Moment.
Doestar continues the Crusades in the name of revenge for Oakstar, but now that BloodClan exists and is ARMED, the easy raids become bloodbaths.
They slowly peter out, not with a bang but with a whimper. She never announces an official end, eventually she just stops organizing them. No one gets closure, especially not Pineheart.
But the 'peace' doesn't last. Just before Heatherstar takes power from Smallstar and begins the Campaign to take the Mothermouth Moorland, ThunderClan deals with the Great Hunger
Pineheart and Goosefeather become very good friends, part of a little buddy group that also included Tawnyspots and Pheasantfeather (who will become One-eye later)
Pineheart was given his first apprentice, a rowdy little one and the niece of Doestar, Specklepaw. He's tasked with helping her fill the pawsteps of greatness she's destined to walk in.
Just like canon, Goose predicts the Great Hunger... though, he is an adult this time around because of some timeline changes.
And, like canon, it fails. They couldn't stockpile enough food to last an entire year of famine, a scorching summer and a frozen winter, they end up losing a huge stock of their food as if it was destiny.
Goosefeather was forced into a role he hates, given horrible visions of the future, and argues ferociously with Pineheart; if they hadn't tried to stockpile, they wouldn't have lost all that food to begin with.
It is in this moment, he comes to realize that every time he's fought back and used his visions like a warning, it's backfired.
So, perhaps, they are instruction.
But, meanwhile, Pineheart can't loose his apprentice or his friends. While others were hunting desperately, he was keeping cats alive through scouting for grubs, foraying into other territories, and...
Every bite of kittypet food he took for himself was a morsel in someone else's mouth. But this... this he kept quiet.
It started a "bad habit" he could never break.
Having lost the previous deputy to starvation and on her deathbed, Doestar nominates Pineheart to the position. He was shocked and upset by this, but he was the obvious choice.
Son of Oakstar, Hero of the Hunger, the cat who had kept Specklepaw alive when all the other kits and apprentices starved.
But, Pinestar took the helm to extreme controversy.
Everything Pinestar's ever done that worked was nonviolent. He's never seen battle do anything but bring harm, and the thought of leading people into war... it makes him feel sick.
But the rest of the Clan can't see what he sees. They yearn for the glory days (even though they were not glorious at all), itch to die for a cause, and leave this old, disgusting subsistence survival behind them. ThunderClan wants blood and Pinestar just wants peace.
Taking back Sunningrocks is an example of this. To avoid losing Clanmates, he proposed to Hailstar that they would have a Joust, instead.
ThunderClan's strongest against RiverClan's strongest. Adderfang vs Mudfur.
It didn't go well.
The problem with those sorts of situations is you have to abide by the deal. RiverClan took Sunningrocks for 6 months. It was humiliating for ThunderClan.
Even the cats he'd saved from the famine were furious with him
The only things that DID seem to please the Clan was when he would throw them fully into battle. Such as Goosefeather's prophecy that WindClan's herbs needed to be destroyed...
Every time a situation like that happened, where Goosefeather would phrase things as a Holy Struggle, Pinestar was thrown right back to the Crusades
Terrified eyes, screeching, cats begging for mercy, his father dead at his paws and feeling horror and relief swirling
Sitting vigil for old friends killed in these horrible fights, like Moonflower, it made him feel like how he felt the day he buried Oakstar.
And the bile rose in his throat, remembering that Oakstar was not there at his Leadership Ceremony, damned to the Dark Forest.
A thought was born, here. What does StarClan truly want? What do they expect of him? If they will send the architect of the Crusades there...
What of a cat who stayed fed on human food and fed grubs to his Clanmates? Or a leader who never knows the right thing to do?
When Mumblefoot retired and Sunfall became deputy, the Clan seemed to love him more than Pinestar. He found himself just... sitting back, and allowing Sunfall to call the shots.
It was towards the end, when Leopardfoot proposed an Honor Siring. He was from a glorious legacy, she wanted kits... and on his end, he wanted the peace that raising kittens could bring.
The warmth of human dens was calling him, but perhaps the warmth of love for children could keep him home.
UNLIKE CANON; Nothing about Tigerkit was born evil.
There was no StarClan vision of Tigerstar; Goosefeather knew full well that Thistlestar was the Leader of Prophecy.
But Pinestar would never give Thistleclaw an apprentice in time. Nor would he ever give his own little son to a cat as vicious as him.
Goosefeather never hurt anyone... but Pinestar just needed a push.
Pinestar was already anxious, unhappy, clinging to the goodness that was his little kits. Even as two of them were lost to minor illnesses, shortly after receiving their names.
It wasn't a lie. It was just half of the truth.
"Pinestar... you have a choice to make. StarClan has given me a vision of blood and war, and Tigerkit will have a role to play in it."
He DID have a vision... of Thistlestar. Not Tigerkit. But that was enough for Pinestar, his fear and trauma took the helm from there.
He'd seen his friends, his apprentice, the kits who had been born and died in his rule, all of them turn into the monsters Clan Culture demanded
Nothing he did ever seemed to work, why would THIS moment be different?
How could he prevent Tigerkit from becoming like that too?! Was StarClan telling him to KILL his son??
Pinestar's never had a vision from StarClan. He doesn't have the aptitude like a Cleric... what he has is a nightmare, of Tigerkit growing so large he crushes the whole camp under his claws
After a week of agony, Pinestar unknowingly creates a prophecy of his own,
"Can only the death of a child break fate?"
Sensing he was close to victory, Goosefeather dipped his head, not denying his question.
And it's the last straw.
And that is the climax of Pinestar's Crusade. Broken from his experiences, every turn taken for peace causing him more pain, the idea that he might have to hurt his own son plaguing his mind, he makes the choice to leave.
It wasn't hard, he'd still had that old bad habit of taking bites of kittypet food, a couple friends on the other side. But what he doesn't know is that by leaving with his life... he prevents Sunstar from acquiring his own.
Sunstar had ONE single life, StarClan was not able to give him more with the previous leader still alive. For leaving his Clan, for unknowingly preventing the transfer of power, and for dismissing the Warrior Code, Pinestar is sent to the Dark Forest after his death.
He can choose to walk there, or spend time in the mortal plane as just a spirit, but StarClan offers him no place in the cosmos.
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ACTUALLY I HAVE MORE TO SAY on that Planetina episode. (Warnings for Rick Sympathizers, I go hard against him in this, even if I love him)
I noticed people were saying that they felt like the writers were more lenient on Planetina because she was a woman, but I don't actually believe that was the case.
The episode is extremely creepy but the thing is, we are seeing it from Morty's perspective. We have spent most of the series seeing stuff from Rick's perspective. This episode was uniquely NOT from Rick's perspective in either plot. It was Morty's or it was Summer's.
Planetina's creepy relationship with Morty was absolutely meant to parallel Rick and Morty's creepy relationship. The episode literally starts with Morty rejecting Rick to be with Planetina-- and not only rejecting Rick, but casting off "immaturity" in order to be with someone he idolizes but also wants to be mature for.
Yes it was mentioned that in the Toxic episode, Morty was with two older women, but you need to think about what that says about Morty at this point. His ideal Healthy was someone who was seen as mature, who wanted to be looked up to, who had confidence. Morty thinks that being a scared kid is toxic and that his ideal healthiness will be a man who has confidence and is mature and will have a mature woman with him. He's literally a middle school boy, this is not abnormal for middle schoolers, and it definitely gets worse when their needs aren't met.
Morty spends the entirety of the Planetina episode falling for this woman he admires, idolizes and thinks it's love, and Planetina takes advantage of that, both by having aspects of the "born sexy yesterday" trope but also because she's really kind to Morty and always says yes to him-- but let's examine that trope for a second here. In this case, Planetina is an adult woman who behaves in a childish manner that is appealing to Morty and makes her seem cute and he wants to do anything for her.
Hm. Rick is literally an adult who behaves in a childish manner that allows him to get on well with teenagers and kids but not so much fellow adults. Rick can also make Morty do almost anything for him, except he's not kind. His kindness is conditional.
TO MY BAD FAITH READERS: STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM
I'm not saying here that anyone who is an adult that behaves childishly is automatically a predator. Rick and Planetina both are predatory towards Morty because they engage with him in highly inappropriate ways because he is a minor and they are adults. Boundaries are broken and reassured it's okay, there's a lot of "don't tell your parents about this" sometimes in actions and not words but Rick has LITERALLY said that out loud-- It's how you treat others that can make you predatory, and Planetina literally keeps encouraging this out of Morty, too.
In reality this episode is kind of an extension of the Toxic episode, because it shows that side of Morty that craves maturity because he can't connect to ANYONE around him, but also he wants so badly to be wanted, to be accepted, to be told he's good and perfect just the way he is. He wants to be loved so badly. So of course he latches onto the first woman who seems to be saying all those things to him because he HASN'T been taught how to avoid these creeps. And then when Beth finally starts stepping up as a mother for Morty, of course he sees this as betrayal-- because in his experience, his family has NEVER had his back. And the entire time, Jerry is playing a childish game where a little guy throws up everywhere LMAO Like, the writing and direction of this episode is so on point, it's Morty going "everyone around me is immature and they do not understand me and they don't want me to be happy" and Planetina takes advantage of that.
It really does not matter if she was genuine or not-- Morty is 14 and she is an adult who is going for the affections of a little boy HJSDFK LIKE. IF YOU FELT CREEPED OUT BY IT, IT'S BECAUSE IT'S CREEPY and it NEVER SHIED AWAY FROM IT. It just feels extra bad because we're getting it from Morty's perspective.
Morty finally puts his foot down when Planetina turns to outright murder--and she even tries to turn it around "You murdered my kids" EVEN THOUGH SHE BASICALLY TOLD HIM TO? She didn't use the words directly but she did tell Morty, KNOWING he was desperate for validation and love, that she was going to be taken away... Morty goes all out, arming himself to prevent that. As badass as this scene was, this entire episode really shows how middle schoolers (esp boys) are able to be groomed and radicalized by dangerous people they admire.
The original post said that the writers are lenient on women groomers but wouldn't act this way if it were men-- Morty likes girls, idk what to tell you. But also the EPISODE was from Morty's perspective. the Mr Jelly Bean episode was not-- it was horrifying but we were still generally from Rick's perspective. And as great as it was to see Rick kill that guy for trying to sexually assault Morty, Rick has not stepped up in a single way SINCE to help teach Morty how to protect himself, to safeguard himself from predators, etc. In fact, all he really aimed to do was make Morty more dependent on him.
I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS BUT I HAVE NO ISSUE SAYIN THIS SHIT CAUSE IT'S TRUE I'm glad Rick is trying NOW but the boundaries between them have long since eroded. Morty is used to being treated like this, and Rick is used to being able to get away with it.
That's why Evil Morty's finale was so poignant-- "I'm not evil, I'm just sick of him" Literally every single time Morty has pushed away from Rick, we get this perspective that Morty is bad and is being mean to Rick. HECK NO-- Morty is showing agency and trying to protect himself.
This episode is no different, he literally DOES break up with Planetina, and she (despite causing all of these situations and having the power in the relationship) blames Morty and acts like he did this to hurt her and leaves. And Morty wails openly into his mom's embrace, because Beth is there to comfort her son who is BROKEN over it.
And then these parallels are LITERALLY MET in the pre-finale episode where Rick is like I DONT NEED YOU MORTY I CAN REPLACE YOU WITH TWO CROWS--
The Planetina episode is MEANT to be watched with the finale episodes.
I don't think it's fair to blame the writers for something that they were really REALLY smart about writing in these episodes. To say that the writers didn't make it blatant is... frankly untrue... This show does not work as well when they have to look at the camera and go "THING BAD" because the entire show has had Rick grooming Morty into becoming exactly like him and that ends up being more acceptable to a lot of people because a lot of people are biased towards Rick.
And I understand the pull! I love Rick Sanchez! He's very relatable! But he's also quite literally a "do not be me" type of warning character LMAO He's a cautionary tale, at all times.
This show is entertainment first, it's not meant to be watched as education, its primary focus is to tell stories. If you learn something from it, GREAT! But the most bad faith interpretations because you're uncomfortable about how something is shown isn't actually conducive to anyone's learning.
Next time you feel uncomfortable while watching Rick and Morty, ask yourself why, and be prepared that those feelings of discomfort MAY BE MIRRORED IN ASPECTS OF RICK AND HIS GRANDSON'S PORTRAYAL. This is how I learned to stop believing anything Rick had to say about Jerry, because it's usually projection.
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Dessert!
(25 Days of Christmas Prompts)
Took a hot minute to think of an idea, but then I did, and now I can't stop cackling about it lmao. May I offer you all some fucking uh, Twin Princes in these trying times? >:).
And sorry for the delay! Got hit with probably strep and have been sprite sleeping all week, I shit you all not 😶
Enjoy!
Dessert
"What in the BLAZES do you THINK you are DOING."
"Apparently a sootier job at sneaking around the ballroom than I thought."
Blaise frowned, crossing his arms and glaring at his twin. He had done his mingling, he had said hi to Mother Nature and the Seasons and the other fancy Legends and Myths and Folktales and Magibeans that were visiting! He had done all the stupid prince soot and thought he had managed to blend into the crowd well enough. He was so close when he felt the magical pull in the air, was TRIPPED by it, and then dragged under the refreshment table really rudely, actually, he thought directly at his twin.
"HEY. It's not as rude as you sneaking around and causing trouble."
"I'm not causing trouble," Blaise insisted, still flat on the floor.
Pyros frowned. He was half sitting, half squatting under the table, his staff laying across his knees, the red gem suspended between the tips of the crescent moon still glowing. "Yes you are."
"No I'm not! You have literally zero proof, Pyros. ZERO."
"You're always causing trouble, and then you get me into trouble!" Pyros hissed. "Stupid. We're the Twin Princes. Whatever you do, I also get blamed for! We're supposed to be refined and charming and soot. Act like it!"
"Act like it," Blaise mocked, blowing a raspberry.
"Seriously?!" Pyros asked. "What is wrong with you."
"Me? What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with you?! You know, you used to be fun."
"Who says I'm not?"
"Me. You. Mom. Literally everyone. You're so serious these days."
Pyros sighed, sitting down with a huff. His staff dissipated. "You know, we're fifteen hundred and twenty-seven, oh brother of mine. Pretty sure that's old enough to smarten up and start getting serious. We're going to blink and Mom and Dad will have to pick one of us to be King next. It's coming up fast, you know."
Blaise wiggled his toes. Then his feet. Magic bindings gone, he sat up, bonking his head on the table.
"Ouch."
"Watch your head."
"Gee, thanks."
"Anytime."
Blaise rubbed his head, the lack of flames once more reminding him how tired he was of all the princely shenanigans. He sighed.
"Aren't you tired of it?" Blaise asked.
"Tired of what?"
"Everything. Tired of the lessons on lessons and the you must hone your warlock craft to be the most powerful rulers you can be and the etiquette and behave like princes and the EVERYTHING?!"
"The Warlock heritage is fascinating. I don't know why you don't like it."
"I am not a thinker, I am a doer."
"I've noticed," Pyros said dryly. "You know, a good King both thinks and does. You should really look into the thinking part."
"All we do is think!" Blaise exclaimed, pulling himself up against the table leg. "Do you know how much thinking I do on the daily to keep up the Prince stuff? SO much thinking. I'm tired of it. I just want to shut my brain off for a bit and do something I like."
"Like what?" Pyros asked, unsure why he was even entertaining his Twin. He slid over, joining his brother against the other table leg, just as hunched over as him. They were getting much too tall for this.
"I want to be able to have my hair lit when we're at these stupid things! I want to be able to use my staff the way I want to, not how Mother deems it appropriate. I want to talk to all of the magibeans in the kingdom, like we're just magibeans! I am tired of all the princely soot, Pyros. Aren't you?"
Pyros frowned, hugging his knees to his chest. "I'll tell you what I am tired of."
"My face? My attitude? My pants untucked from my boots?"
"No. I'm tired of this ball," he admitted, gesturing out beyond the white tablecloth hiding the two princes. "But you should tuck your pants back in, it looks bad."
"You're the one who tripped me," Blaise said, shoving the pants back into his boots and straightening his tunic. "So this is your fault."
"No it's not! It's yours for sneaking around the ballroom like that! What even were you doing?!"
Blaise flushed.
"Oh."
"She was the last person I had to talk to. I save the best for last," Blaise admitted, running his hand through his messy orange hair. "We got to talking about dessert."
"Do you mean like, dessert dessert or like, you know..." Pyros puckered his lips, making horrible smooching sounds.
"Stop it!" Blaise hissed, whacking Pyros's stomach. His twin let out a whoosh, the kissy face smacked right off of him, much to Blaise's delight.
"What, do you not kiss and tell?"
Blaise flushed even more.
"Goddess of the springs, you don't even kiss!"
"Pyros, I will frost you up. Don't test me." Blaise sighed. "Besides. She's one of the SEASONS! I can't just waltz up to her and smooch her. But I want to. Really bad."
"Disgusting."
"Hey. You asked."
"You know, if you were King, you could totally just walk up to her and pucker up."
"That would be an abuse of power if there ever was one. Besides, I think if I even tried to make a move she'd freeze me solid."
"Oh, that'd be nice."
"You are my meanest sibling."
"I am your only sibling."
"And thank the GODS for that."
"Well now you're being rude."
The Twin Princes sat in silence for a bit, listening to the idle chatter around them.
"So. Dessert?"
"Yeah. We were talking about how good it all looked and Winter—"
"—her snowiness."
"Right. Well. She mentioned how good the cupcakes looked. And she's right! They look delicious."
"Right? The icing is sparkling in the light!"
"I know! And they smell tantalizing."
"That's a big word for you, brother," Pyros teased.
"I know some words," Blaise teased back with a sideways smirk.
Pyros chuckled. "You decided, then, 'frost proper protocols, I am going to go over there and steal a cupcake for the lovely snowy season, and I am going to ogle her the entire way so that Pyros notices and stops me before I ruin the banquet for the both of us and get us into trouble, once again'?"
"That is a sooty Blaise impersonation."
"I thought it was rather good, personally."
"No. It sucked."
"You suck."
"YOU suck!" Blaise replied fiercely, his hair briefly lighting up. He sighed, composing himself, the tiny flames going out, his hair smoking. "But yeah, no, that was my plan. Except for that last bit. And I was not ogling her!"
"Yes you were."
Blaise huffed, turning his face away from his brother. "I was not. Eat soot and die, Pyros."
"I hope my pile of ashes trips you," Pyros replied in kind.
"I have decided that if I become King, I am going to change up banquets SO bad," Blaise said, slicing a hand through the air. "None of this 'no eating until specific times' soot, or 'desserts are for decoration' crap. I am going to make it like. Like cocktail hour. Wine AND dine, and if you want to eat a cupcake, you can just EAT IT. No need to wait for the next meal or the masters of the house to go first!"
"That sounds chaotic."
"It sounds ideal. And we would be eating cupcakes right now instead of waiting for the dessert bell, assuming we're even going to get to eat those delectable looking sweets today." Blaise sighed. "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"What would you do?"
"If we weren't royalty?"
"Yeah! If you didn't have the royalty thing to think about, and could just Pyros it up, what would you want to do? What would you do?"
Pyros thought for a moment. "I'd become the greatest Warlock there ever was. I'd learn it ALL. And I'd do it my way. And I'd also light up my hair in the banquet hall, too, I think. I mean, I'm not fond of it but my ponytail would look good on fire. But just that."
"It would look good," Blaise agreed.
"And I'd probably allow free reign of the desserts, too. I'm starving." Pyros frowned thoughtfully in the direction of the desserts. "Tell you what, Blaise."
"What."
"I'll cover for you if and ONLY if you get me a cupcake, too."
Blaise brightened, quite literally. "Really?"
"Really. But it has to be one of the fruity ones. No chocolate or vanilla and if I even see a marble cupcake come my way. I'll loose it. I mean it. I'll blow this banquet hall to smithereens. I'm already this close," he said, pinching his thumb and finger together with barely any space between them.
"You got yourself a deal," Blaise said with a grin, sticking out his hand.
"Good," Pyros said, leaving Blaise hanging as he whipped around. "Now then. Let's go, shall we? We're too old to be crawling under tables," he said, crawling towards the ballroom side.
"Says the guy who pulled ME under the table," Blaise scoffed, following Pyros's lead.
The twins poked their heads out from under the table. Everyone seemed occupied; The Queen was deep in conversation with Mother Nature. The Seasons were close by her, talking amongst themselves. The other Important Magibeans were occupied as well, the King making his rounds with each group. Presently he was with the Queen of the Fairies, the pair laughing up a storm.
"Looks like we're clear," Blaise said, poking back under the table cloth, Pyros following. The pair poked out from the other side of the table, rushing behind one of the exuberant stone pillars and plastering themselves against it.
"So, what's the plan, genius?"
"Illusions," Pyros replied, clapping his hands together and pulling them apart, his staff reappearing.
"Hang on, don't start casting yet. Let me clean us up," Blaise said, twirling his hand and summoning his own staff. He gently tapped the floor, the small blue gem at the centre of the carved flames glowing.
With a WHOOSH, both princes outfits were tidied up. Wrinkles disappeared, dust flying away in the magic gust. Pants were tucked into boots; boots were suddenly looking extra shiny. Tippets were straightened, tunics smoothed out, even their hair was tidied up!
"Nice one," Pyros said.
"I clean up well," Blaise replied with a grin. "Now you can cast! But I'm helping. I'm not having illusion Blaise act the way you did with that bad bad BAD impersonation."
"Like you could do better," Pyros said, standing straight, putting his staff on the ground and eyeing the doors.
"Of course I could, I am me," Blaise replied, mirroring Pyros's stance and ignoring his eyeroll. "And, I can do a much better Pyros impersonation than you can Blaise."
"Oh really?"
"You are being very immature right now, you know. Of course I can. It's not hard," Blaise said with a sniff.
"...okay, that was pretty good."
"I know," Blaise said with a grin. "Ready for dessert?"
"Of course I am," Pyros replied, and with two stony SMACKS, both staffs lit up, and a pair of Twin Princes—looking as regal as can be—came in through the main doors.
"Alright, let's go," Blaise said, shoving his staff behind him, tucked into his belt.
"That's poor staff practise," Pyros said, holding on tightly to his as he sprinted after his brother.
They plastered themselves to the next pillar, the desserts one more pillar away. "You're poor staff practise."
"That doesn't even make sense."
Off to the next one they went, the desserts right in sight.
"Okay, if I sprint, I don't think anyone will see me. I can duck under the table and just—"
"Blaise. Just turn invisible," Pyros said, looking at Blaise like he was the dumbest person alive (which probably he was, Pyros often thought).
"Oh! Oh, I forgot all about that."
"HOW?!" Pyros asked, exasperated. "You literally do it all the time!"
"I don't know! I was so distracted by how I was going to do it that I very briefly lived in a world where we could not do that. Also, you pulled me under a table!"
"That has nothing to do with anything!"
"But I'm still mad about it," Blaise said with a frown, disappearing. "What flavour do you want?"
"Strawberry," Pyros decided. "And make it fast. Mother's looking right at the illusions. Suspiciously."
"Got it," Blaise said, heading towards the dessert table. Invisibly.
Pyros kept his staff tight in his hands, using as much concentration as possible to keep up the illusion twins. He glanced over at the dessert table. A few cupcakes were floating in the air.
"Stupid," Pyros mumbled to himself, tapping the side of his staff. The cupcakes disappeared from view. He glanced back over at the illusion twins. Queen Frost was making her way towards them, all business.
"Frostbite," Pyros hissed. He glanced around, thinking towards Blaise. Mother is heading towards our illusions, move it or loose it Blaise!
I'm moving it! Reconvene where Mom just was?
Sure, Pyros replied mentally, rushing over to the other side of the ball room. Queen Frost had made her way towards the illusions.
They stared at her.
She stared back.
Blaise!
I'm here, I'm here, he replied, becoming visible again. "Just let me do the talking," Blaise said, pulling his staff out from his belt.
"Oh no."
The Blaise illusion grinned, saying something.
Queen Frost's lips met in a tight line. With a wave, she dissipated the illusions. The crowd around them gasped, looking around.
"Boys," Queen Frost said, unamused. "What are you up to?"
Blaise pipped up now, his staff in his hand, just like Pyros's. "Ta-da!" he said loudly, everyone turning to look at the Twin Princes. "Just practising our casting, Mother."
"What a remarkable display of magic! How very well done," Winter said, nudging her sisters.
"Yeah! That was amazing! You can make copies of yourselves? Dang! Nice!" Summer said.
"And handy," Autumn chipped in.
"Bravo!" Spring said, clapping.
Soon enough, the entire hall was clapping, Blaise taking a bow, nudging his twin to do the same.
"Thank you, thank you," Blaise said with a cheeky grin. "We're here all night!"
The crowd disengaged, turning back to their private conversations. Blaise breathed a sigh of relief.
"That was far too close," Pyros said. "Pay up."
Blaise waved his staff. A pink cupcake floated out from behind his back. "As promised, and not marble. So please don't blow us up. And if you do, wait until I finish, please. Now, if you'll excuse me," he said, dissipating his staff in favour of the two remaining cupcakes, and rushing off towards Winter, pulling her aside.
"Gross," Pyros said out loud, peeling the wrapper and taking a bite. He glanced up; the other three seasons were grinning at him, Summer right in front, Autumn and Spring on either side.
"SO," Summer said. "Where's our reward for covering for you two, your royal majesty?"
Pyros sighed. I am going to kill that brother of mine, he thought, as he summoned his staff for round two of operation: dessert.
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