Excuse me while I touch the sky [Gallows,any]

[Gallows]

It would be impossible for anyone else to think higher of this boy than he already does of himself. But it would be interesting to see how far his delusion goes. I grin to myself, following the derailed train of his thoughts. The Silver Cove children are rather unique. If by unique you mean an incestuous slightly creepy orgy. But hey, to each their own. I could never look at my brother as anything other than a slightly annoying distant sibling. I can't say that fucking him ever sprung to mind. Of course, given my track record with sex, it's not surprising that that's rarely my first through twentieth thought. I grin, a wicked thing, devoid of charm and full of amusement. I am no beauty, but what am I is far more valuable. (Hey, he doesn't have the monopoly on self-aggrandizement) He is blunt, a mercy, and I reward him with my usual straightforwardness. “We are not allies, and I don't see us becoming allies by any stretch of the imagination.” The Gates. Ick. Besides being weak, they think of themselves as a protector of the weak and act as if that gives them specialness. As if they should be above and protected simply because the spineless find a home there. Not to mention, very few Gates members think highly of the Valley, and I find it hard to get behind a kingdom that hates my home. I'm funny that way. “They have grown, period, and that's a problem. But what do you want from me, as Queen?” Like I don't know. But hey, I'm not above games. In fact I love them. “If you think I will storm in there and demand the return of your toys, you are exaggerating both your own and their importance. If you want my blessing to do so yourself, well, that you can have. But perhaps... you have another idea?” After all, even pretentious purple ponies can surprise me. G A L L O W S We must all hang together or, assuredly, we shall all hang separately.