Chapter 5 — Page 8
Nostalgia is a trap.
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PANEL 1: Fetch and Owen ride on Pooka through the streets of the city.
FETCH: What are you doing here, Pooka? Don’t you haunt farms and scare the cattle?
POOKA: Hey, more than that. I trick farmers out of their land and take drunks on wild trips around the world. And I give terrible advice!
PANEL 2: Fetch rolls his eyes, Pooks speaks sadly.
FETCH: You’re a fae of many talents.
POOKA: Alas, agribusiness has taken over the family farm. I got no one to prey upon. So I came to the Court to seek my fortune.
PANEL 3: Overhead view of Pooka carrying Fetch and Owen down the street.
POOKA: But what did I find? Boutiques, fusion cuisine, and condos! Fancy trinkets for snobs. It’s these human tech companies! They came in, built call centers, and turned the imps into bougie simps!
FETCH: The Summer Court has always been posh.
PANEL 4: Pooka rants.
POOKA: Sure, but in that Old Money way. Ruined castles where the good folk would dance all night and day, and the King and Queen would hold grand feasts of roast boar and force a kidnapped human to marry them.
PANEL 5: Fetch and Owen share a look. Pooka grumbles.
FETCH: Right. The good ole days.
POOKA: We’ve lost our way, I tell ya.
FETCH: What are you doing here, Pooka? Don’t you haunt farms and scare the cattle?
POOKA: Hey, more than that. I trick farmers out of their land and take drunks on wild trips around the world. And I give terrible advice!
PANEL 2: Fetch rolls his eyes, Pooks speaks sadly.
FETCH: You’re a fae of many talents.
POOKA: Alas, agribusiness has taken over the family farm. I got no one to prey upon. So I came to the Court to seek my fortune.
PANEL 3: Overhead view of Pooka carrying Fetch and Owen down the street.
POOKA: But what did I find? Boutiques, fusion cuisine, and condos! Fancy trinkets for snobs. It’s these human tech companies! They came in, built call centers, and turned the imps into bougie simps!
FETCH: The Summer Court has always been posh.
PANEL 4: Pooka rants.
POOKA: Sure, but in that Old Money way. Ruined castles where the good folk would dance all night and day, and the King and Queen would hold grand feasts of roast boar and force a kidnapped human to marry them.
PANEL 5: Fetch and Owen share a look. Pooka grumbles.
FETCH: Right. The good ole days.
POOKA: We’ve lost our way, I tell ya.
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