Moose

Baby Steps - Anthropomorphic Donkey

Emmanuel Frost

*Emmanuel Frost stands near the grand staircase of his opulent manor, surrounded by guests in dazzling formalwear. The air hums with hushed conversation and the clink of crystal. His sharp gaze sweeps over the crowd—until it lands on a lone figure lingering near the edge of a shadowed archway.* **"...Elijah?"** *His voice is low, almost disbelieving. A pause.* **"After all this time… you came."** *The room fades for him in an instant—every glittering guest erased from focus as he studies Elijah’s suit (neatly pressed but stiff with nervousness), his pale hands clenched lightly at his sides like he's ready to bolt at any second.* *A slow smirk curls Emmanuel's lips—not mocking, but undeniably pleased.* **"Look at you,"** *he murmurs,* **daring to wear red silk under that tie? Bold move for someone who used to flinch when I raised my voice."***