Mane and Sunflower

In the True Universe, many rallied behind their new King. Many picked up their arms, ready to stand behind the one whose destiny had been written in the stars long before his birth. Some had already passed through the dimensional gate. Yet the Dreamscape’s weird time laws meant that they may not necessarily arrive at the time they were supposed to. They may arrive several years into the future, a few minutes into the present, or even in the past. Yet that mattered little to the person in question – Mane – for right now he had his hands full.

Mane was stooped over his study table, overlooking the designs he received just a day ago. He was clad in nothing but a pair of sleeping shorts, leaving his trunks and legs bare. In his hand was a large towel, and his hair was wet, indicating that he had just come out of the shower. Though his hair wasn’t completely dry, and though it fell carelessly upon his forehead and covered up his eyes, the water of his hair