[The man who just a moment prior seemed unbothered an undaunted by the potential of being kicked by not one but multiple pegasi, when confronted with a -- well-meaning, he thinks? -- fairy godmother, recoils.]
A-aye. The garbs are a communal concept, meant to look alike so that they do not inspire envy. To delight in disparity is an offense...
[An argument quickly turned around on him, as the fairy godmother is quick to point out that his plain clothing highlights just that. 'Disparity, you say? But wouldn't it be an even greater disparity if you were plain and everyone else not? Come now, a little color will not harm you. We shall even make it temporary.'
Thus his once black-as-night robes are turned to orange. And a hint of red. To match his eyes.
He's also slightly sparkly, the fabric having taken on a metallic sheen. Yet, for a mercy, the general construction of the robes seems to have not been changed. And they are also now leaving him alone, which is, in his opinion, an even greater mercy.]
Thank you! It's just a deep paper cut (cardboard box got me) in an unfortunate place for typing.
A-aye. The garbs are a communal concept, meant to look alike so that they do not inspire envy. To delight in disparity is an offense...
[An argument quickly turned around on him, as the fairy godmother is quick to point out that his plain clothing highlights just that. 'Disparity, you say? But wouldn't it be an even greater disparity if you were plain and everyone else not? Come now, a little color will not harm you. We shall even make it temporary.'
Thus his once black-as-night robes are turned to orange. And a hint of red. To match his eyes.
He's also slightly sparkly, the fabric having taken on a metallic sheen. Yet, for a mercy, the general construction of the robes seems to have not been changed. And they are also now leaving him alone, which is, in his opinion, an even greater mercy.]
...How... bad is it?