"Yes, she's a granny."
"A real old woman, for sure."
"Are you sure you should be moving those old bones so energetically, Grandmother?"
Sakura, Violette, and Elara respectively verbally stabbed the formerly smug fairy queen, their words landing like perfectly aimed arrows, each one finding its mark with devastating precision.
Titania's face cycled through several shades of grimace, her cheeks flushing pink, then red.
"Stop that! I'm forever a young maiden no matter how much time passes!" She nagged, then began munching on barbecue.
"But who IS the strongest man in the world currently?" Tamar wondered aloud, her silver eyes darting between the assembled women with genuine curiosity.
She had just learned more about Namadris, the legendary figure who had once walked Elyndor as its greatest champion, and now her mind was racing with questions about the present.
Who had taken up that mantle, and now stand at the pinnacle of power among mortal men?
