Celestino glared at Aerric, the storm god. Aerric pretended to adjust his black leather harness, dismissing the questions that Celestino had thrown out at him. "I asked you a question," shouted Celestino, his fist slamming into the marble armrests of his throne. "You will answer your king!" Aerric rolled his eyes. He walked to the large window, looking out toward the horizon. He leaned against the wall, one arm against the molding above his head and the other resting on his hip. "I have no idea what's going on down there. I seriously do not know. I was never in the South then, I was far away from there," he said, not even turning to face Celestino. "Where were you?" asked the king. Aerric then turned and smirked. He took his hand off his hip and made a pumping gesture at his crotch. "I had some...business up north. It was a usually big blizzard...odd for this time of the year, I know, but he was a hottie. I have a lot of leeway up ther...
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