Even Mirra had her hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, while Fridge the Lich stood near her boots, tilted its hood up at the creature, then turned to face the laughing group and said, in its haunted-house voice, "He is a fine and noble mount," before turning back to stare at the donkey in silence for a long moment and adding, very quietly, "Ee-awh."
Liam just stared at it. "Can we eat the wing part?" he asked seriously. "It looks like high-grade poultry."
"NO!" Rogue shouted, defensive arms wrapping around his penoky's neck. "He is my noble steed! His name is… Barnaby. And we are going to conquer the heavens."
Barnaby chose that exact moment to let out a massive, wet sneeze, spraying a fresh layer of mucus onto Rogue's boots, before settling onto the grass with a heavy, disgruntled sigh, his glorious wings folding neatly over his chubby gray sides.
