Imagine a fae who is just so mad about the idea of lying, like, I have spent a thousand years studying the subtle arts of deceit, weaving my spells of glamour and misdirection, and you, human, can just stand there and
say things
that aren’t true
“So yeah, I’m, uh, bright purple.”
“But you’re not! That’s not even plausible! How can you just – you are not even puce. Fine. Fine. Another one.”
“Are you sure? You seem pretty mad.”
“I assure you I am wholly and terribly sane.”
“Heh, you know that’s not the kind I meant.”
“Hssssss.”
“Haha, fine, fine. I’m … a dragon.”
“nO YOU’RE NOT THOUGH–”
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