Brown
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There was no crash of drums or flash of
light when it happened. As he knelt before the human king and queen, all he felt
was a shiver in his fur - the remnants of some old magics starting to drain from
Welkin with the homecoming of its lords, he guessed. When he opened his eyes,
his ermine coat had flown from sight, and he stood before the monarchs in his
summer pelt.
Thinner and slightly coarser than his plush ermine fur, oddly itchy after so
long without it. And plain brown; dull as mud.
Actually, he felt a lot better.
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