Timon nearly fell from the demons shoulder when the distance between him and Urd was abruptly cut short. He had been fortunate enough to catch himself without grabbing Vyers’ hair but that promised nothing in the future should the goddess choose to continue scaring him. The meerkat frowned, anything but approving of her methods. Don’t touch anything. Timon mouthed the words mockingly, pretending to be the goddess. He wasn’t some kid – though with the way he acted, it was of no surprise to anyone that he be treated like one. This especially as he crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

However, regardless of his attitude, he would obey. It may not have appeared so but Timon was uncomfortable in Urd’s shop. Who knew how many potions she had sitting around, never mind what they could possibly do to him.

At the mention of capes, the meerkat sprang back to life and hit Vyers in the head. “Drapes!” He hastily corrected before the demon could intervene. “Do you have any drapes in stock? We’re thinking of redoing the living room. Maybe a few throw pillows, a little potpourri…”