Taskill was going to dare to speak to Midnight while Bryn was busy watching poor Lyra transform. But before he could whisper anything to the alicorn the wizard's power yanked him away.<br/>Taskill hugged himself where he watched as Midnight crashed to the floor. He grind his teeth and waited for what would happen, fearing for the stubborn male. Bryn never rewarded that kind of attitude.<br/>Just as he thought the worst was over and Midnight's task given to him, the alicorn broke his apparent vow of silence and cursed Bryn to his face.<br/>Taskill let out a pained gasp to hear it.<br/><em>What are you thinking Midnight! No!</em><br/>It was all he could do to keep from speaking up on the angry alicorn's behalf.<br/><em>Master, it is his age. He does not mean it. He is young and masculine. That's just alicorn nature. He doesn't mean it!</em><br/>But all words died in his heart before he could muster the courage (or stupidity) to speak up. The sprite closed his eyes and hugged himself so tight his own nails dug into his skin. A nervous habit he had only at the worst of times. He could never actually feel the pain of his own nails at times like this.<br/><em>Please don't let him hurt them...Spare us...</em><br/>Pleasuring the Master was one thing and suffering humiliation was bearable too. Those things they would survive even if it broke their spirits from time to time. But outright torture...that was what he feared. He checked to see that Lyra was still on her perch and safe before he ventured to the other side of the bed and tried to remain calm.