[The nonchalance with which the stranger says he’s “fucked in the head” is almost admirable. Almost. For the most part, Richard just wishes he had his sword or dagger on his person; anyone who so freely admits their own insanity is hardly worth trusting.]
“Making out,” [echoes Richard, a touch of confusion punctuating the repeated words. He clearly isn’t familiar with the term.] …In any case, this isn’t my garden. The statue—
[As he speaks, Richard moves to the side to afford a better view of his noble father…except, when he glances at the bust again, the former king is startled to find it now represents a woman. Beyond the length of hair, there’s nothing similar between the caricature of his father and the statue as it stands now.]
…Black magic, [he surmises grimly. Eyes narrowed, he gestures to the shapeshifting statue.] What do you see when you look upon it?
what an amazing mental image
“Making out,” [echoes Richard, a touch of confusion punctuating the repeated words. He clearly isn’t familiar with the term.] …In any case, this isn’t my garden. The statue—
[As he speaks, Richard moves to the side to afford a better view of his noble father…except, when he glances at the bust again, the former king is startled to find it now represents a woman. Beyond the length of hair, there’s nothing similar between the caricature of his father and the statue as it stands now.]
…Black magic, [he surmises grimly. Eyes narrowed, he gestures to the shapeshifting statue.] What do you see when you look upon it?