Thread by @Legendgerry

#DnD #coya
Result: Insult?
"Perhaps the winter court may see it that way but it's not what I'm concerned about, We fey are the ones that manage the turning of the seasons, if we don't do it in a timely fashion the order of all things shifts, plants flower and wither before the

things they feed are born, eggs get laid at the wrong temperature so the gender mix is off or things that need certain circumstance to breed miss their window and a species dies. Maybe it's a species your people depend on to survive on the mountaintop and they starve. The order

of things must be preserved above all, for all"
You remember your visions of the connections between all things and are once again filled with awe at the workings of the universe.
Followed swiftly by a sense of dread that you could interrupt the turning accidentally.
Seeing your

look of concern Wolf says
"Fear not we have some leeway built in just in case but not a lot"
He sniffs the air
"Ah! He comes!"
There's a crackle of lighting and the Lord of the Hunt appears on horseback clutching a robed figure.
He hurls it to the floor and vanishes
It's a druid!