Finish: nonfoil
Text: Flying, first strike
Flavor: The faeries snickered at first. A common hob in Oona's skies? But his lance ended their mockery, and now the sound of a cicada's wings brings a shudder to the faerie heart.
Finish: nonfoil
Text: Flying, first strike
Flavor: The faeries snickered at first. A common hob in Oona's skies? But his lance ended their mockery, and now the sound of a cicada's wings brings a shudder to the faerie heart.