[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Munchkin Country]
The Cowardly Lion did not know whether to be scared or more confused. Fear was what it understood. It was familiar to it. Fear was a language its body spoke fluently, whether it be a tight chest, trembling limbs, or a stomach that felt like it was sinking through the bricks beneath its paws. The lion knew it well.
But the confusion was worse because it meant that some things were missing, and it could not predict what would come next. Grimm had asked a single question and then simply continued walking down the yellow brick road.
No punishment or sudden violence came. Just that one calm, muffled question from behind a helmet: "Why am I familiar to you?" And then nothing. As though the answer didn't matter. As though the lion's words had been tossed into the wind to be forgotten.
