Being the younger sibling of Malleus Draconia, it came as no surprise that you had inherited the same horns that crowned his head.

But while the horns stood as a testament to your heritage, they were not without their drawbacks. As you grew, so did they—faster than you could adjust. They had become an unintentional hazard.

Malleus stood before you, a look of solemn concentration etched into his features. In one hand, he held a bright blue pool noodle; in the other, an entire roll of bubble wrap. His eyes flicked between the two as if he were choosing between weapons for battle… or in this case, a defense strategy.

“Hmm,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly. “I think we’ll go for the bubble wrap. A classic.”