Hmmm, I dunno. [there's a giggle as Rinwell peers around towards Castiel.] I don't remember voting for you!
[ That IS how kings are chosen on worlds that aren't Rena, right? There's a distinct lack of crown contest on Abraxas for her to otherwise compare it to, so Rinwell doesn't even try.
She's seated on the other side of Ciri, giggly from the different drinks her found family have casually recommended over the course of the Christmas feast, and Hootle burbles happily from where he sits atop her head as an Owl Crown of her very own. ]
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[ That IS how kings are chosen on worlds that aren't Rena, right? There's a distinct lack of crown contest on Abraxas for her to otherwise compare it to, so Rinwell doesn't even try.
She's seated on the other side of Ciri, giggly from the different drinks her found family have casually recommended over the course of the Christmas feast, and Hootle burbles happily from where he sits atop her head as an Owl Crown of her very own. ]