[Eithan's stuck in a plain, boring, stone room with a fuckton of straw and a spinning wheel in the middle. He's been stuck here since sunrise, and is going to continue to be stuck here until all the straw is miraculously gold, or the morning comes and the queen orders him dead. You know, whatever, whichever comes first. Needless to say, he's pissy. He's also pissy about having to wear a dress, but at the moment, that's kind of the least of his worries...
It's easy to spot something out of place when nothing's changed all damn day, especially when no one has come or gone from here. So, the little potted sapling in the corner pretty much sticks out like a sore thumb. He makes his way over, reaches out and pokes one of the leaves...]
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It's easy to spot something out of place when nothing's changed all damn day, especially when no one has come or gone from here. So, the little potted sapling in the corner pretty much sticks out like a sore thumb. He makes his way over, reaches out and pokes one of the leaves...]