The icy, frozen manor that once belonged to Stolas was being transformed into one more befitting of a peacock Goetic like Andrealphus. The entire palace was covered in frost and blocks of ice, and imp servants were using ladders (due to their smaller size and the fact that the manor was upscaled to fit the size of Thurs Goetians, who are around 10 feet tall naturally) to roll pictures and posters of Andrealphus over one’s of Stolas. Within one of these rooms say Octavia, who was hugging a yellow star-shaped pillow when her phone suddenly starts ringing, with the caller ID saying ‘Dad’. It was Stolas!

Octavia beamed and reached for the phone, only for white talons with black-colored nails to reach down and pluck the phone up, dangling it.

Stella: “Sorry sweetie, no talking to that deadbeat. Andrealphus! Look who’s finally calling!”

Andrealphus, who sat crossed legged in a fancy chair near a frozen fireplace reading a book glanced up. He adjusted his small, blue reading glasses, his hand bent effeminately.

Andrealphus: “Oooh! Took him this long? That’s hilarious.” He said mockingly in a drawn out tone- his long beak curving into a sly smile.

Stella: “He thinks he’s going to talk to his daughter! Hilaaaaarious!” Stella laughed while Octavia scowled, hugging the pillow even tighter.

Andrealphus: “Hilarious!” He laughed, lowering his head into his shoulders as he brought his hands up, giggling madly.

Stella: “Hilarious!” She said once more, laughing so hard she hits her chest while making swan noises. Andrealphus flaps his hands and bobs his head up and down, making peacock noises as he too laughs maniacally.