I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
In the end, perhaps many things were for naught or for good. The chaos unfurled, with tide jaguars lunging, with invisible demigods and their bags barely escaping, with Ancients plucking at other notions and snagging remains, and even little griffins, plucking away at gilded things from boughs and branches.
Eventually, they all clambered back together, showing off their wares, tallies being counted. Some clearly had never been found – and perhaps would be later, in between snowstorms and spring, or after a great, grand thaw; little glimmers of curiosity and ridiculousness. But here and now, it was time to declare a winner.
Was Melita disappointed it wasn’t her? Probably – but given the grand success of the brewing bedlam, the rioting gestures, the roars in faces, the promises of bloodshed, and children only crying sometimes…it was still a triumphant, chaotic thing. And that had been enough.
Standing back on her box, the Honeybee ushered attention, cupping her hands around her mouth to deliver the verdict. “Congratulations goes to Dantalion, for the most ducks found!” Whether or not people were hissing, grumbling, or clapping scarcely mattered, as she persisted and continued. “He has won a duck of his choosing -,” of which she proudly displayed the opulent and ludicrous of such ornaments: all four fashioned after the Big Gods.
Pandering back to the somewhat jaded crowd, she grinned again. “Thanks everyone for a great time! You may all keep the ducks you found, and any that are still around in the future!”
From there, they could dissipate; a little richer in nonsense.
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Congratulations to Dantalion for securing the win! He may choose a prize and everyone gets to keep their ducks! Thanks for participating!
[FIN]
Eventually, they all clambered back together, showing off their wares, tallies being counted. Some clearly had never been found – and perhaps would be later, in between snowstorms and spring, or after a great, grand thaw; little glimmers of curiosity and ridiculousness. But here and now, it was time to declare a winner.
Was Melita disappointed it wasn’t her? Probably – but given the grand success of the brewing bedlam, the rioting gestures, the roars in faces, the promises of bloodshed, and children only crying sometimes…it was still a triumphant, chaotic thing. And that had been enough.
Standing back on her box, the Honeybee ushered attention, cupping her hands around her mouth to deliver the verdict. “Congratulations goes to Dantalion, for the most ducks found!” Whether or not people were hissing, grumbling, or clapping scarcely mattered, as she persisted and continued. “He has won a duck of his choosing -,” of which she proudly displayed the opulent and ludicrous of such ornaments: all four fashioned after the Big Gods.
Pandering back to the somewhat jaded crowd, she grinned again. “Thanks everyone for a great time! You may all keep the ducks you found, and any that are still around in the future!”
From there, they could dissipate; a little richer in nonsense.
--
Congratulations to Dantalion for securing the win! He may choose a prize and everyone gets to keep their ducks! Thanks for participating!
[FIN]
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
