Eternity well spent

Thank God, or Grogar, or whoever for my ability to turn to mist. Otherwise, the frying pan Frill hurled at my head just now might've.. Still not done much since I'm undead. Probably why when she was upset she made sure to only throw mundane things at my head.

"Frill, I'm sorry!" I pleaded. "I didn't know!"

"Oh-hoh! He didn't KNOW he says!" She cried before rearing back and pegging me in the jaw with a pot. She took an angry step forward and jabbed a hoof at me. "You've been in Woollachia for ten whole years and you didn't know what those words meant?!"

"No?" I offered and received a regular kitchen knife to the sternum for my efforts.

"Well! You can go talk to Quilt all about it since she's 'way fluffier' than me!" She said in a poor imitation of me, stuck her nose in the air with an indignant huff, and then trotted out of the kitchen. Once the tapping of her hooves faded, the maids poked their heads out from behind the overturned table they were using as cover and shot a unified set of alarmed glares my way.

"Prince, you called another ewe fluffier than your wife?" Bonnet demanded, narrowing her eyes with an angry bleat. "Rake." The others nodded and baa'd derisively at me. I took a breath and pulled the knife from my chest.

"Thanks, girls," I huffed before making for the door.

"You said you think I'm fluffier than her?" Quilt gasped. When I nodded with a shrug, she snorted and coughed a laugh. "Thanks but uh, woof." I grunted and leaned against the frame of her bed while sitting on the floor.

"I didn't know it was such an insulting thing. I was just saying your wool's been really growing out," I explained, throwing my hands up. It was true too. Quilt was a full head taller than Frill and most other sheep now, and her wool, which was steadily gaining a faint, blue twinge, was growing out to match her larger stature.

"Insulting?" She laughed, drawing my attention to her. She poked me in the head. "Buddy, you basically said in sheep speak that I'm more pleasant to be around." I blanched and raised my eyebrows.

"I wha?" I murmured and Quilt shrugged in response.

"Think about it. You know how the Mid-year Shear has the whole concept of which ram can keep a ewe comfortable during winter?" She asked and I slowly nodded. "Yeah, same idea. I'm fluffier, so warmer. Comfier. More pleasant." My jaw hung loose before I held my head in my hands. As the implications of her words sunk in, I sunk to the floor with a moan. Quilt scooted to the edge of her bed and stared down at me with a subdued smirk.

"How fix?" I asked with a heavy quaver.

"Hm," she rubbed her chin and tilted her head. "Knowing her and her proclivities?"

I swallowed hard and beat my fist against my forehead. I took a few shallowed breaths before facing our bedroom door. Slowly, my hand gripped the handle. And I stayed like that for several seconds before clenching my eyes shut.

"Quilt, this is a stupid idea," I mentally called out.

"Sure is! You married her, though," Quilt chirped back. I grumbled and then opened the door. Inside, Frill sat on the bed with her back to me. My coffin sat open on the floor on my side of the bed.

"Damn. She's really pissed," I mentally gasped.

"Hah!" Quilt mentally butt in. I stepped in and shut the door behind me, at which point Frill glared at me over her shoulder. I shivered and slowly approached the bed, drawing a growl from her. I knelt down and rested with my arms folded on the bed.

"Who's a fluffy girl?" I purred. While she held her glare, her ear twitched. "Fluffiest in the whole castle, huh? Who's that?" She held her annoyed glare for somewhere between forever and a few seconds before blushing and looking away.

"Me," she said firmly, scrunching her muzzle as she did. I huffed in relief and crawled closer.

"That's right!" I cheered, gently reaching forward and poking her wool. "You!" She growled quietly but then scooted back, allowing me to wrap my arms around her. She sighed and rested her head atop mine as I nuzzled her.

"You're still sleeping in your coffin for a week," she added.

"Okay'msorry," I replied, partially muffled from her wool.