[Open] ~The Wayward Soul.~

[FennWenn]

As Fenn was prone to doing in open spaces with many distracts to be had, the little fae continued to flit from table to table, snagging deliciousness and inspecting oddity.

The fae left behind crisscrossing trails of frost as he bustled about. It was cool enough in this part of the year that his icy residue didn’t melt and evaporate the same day it did during summer; or perhaps, his powers were stronger of late. He couldn’t be certain. Sometime after scarfing down a few hanks of lamb from the Haidian’s table (technically not stealing because Nosdyn had offered what he bought to all present in the tavern), downing one of Keeara’s spare drinks (also not stealing because she was a friend and friends share), and nicking a couple of cloth napkins to be summarily shoved into his satchel (who knew when they’d come in handy), Fenn noticed the shiny, shiny blue… thing. It seemed mechanical in nature. There were wires there, and a metal exoskeleton of some sort, and also a screen with a magical blue glow. Indecipherable text ran across it. Fenn couldn’t help but stop on his tracks, a couple startled snowflakes springing into existence about him. A mechanical golem of some kind? An Alerarian construct? It seemed familiar. Perhaps, he had seen it before. Perhaps, in a time of extreme drunkenness…

More interestingly, it had a satchel in its lap. Fenn quite liked satchels.

Wordlessly, sneakily, the boy approached the construct from behind. The satchel was lifted up in soft frosty hands. Yoink! Smugly, Fenn slid it overtop his own satchel. Satchel-ception!

Shortly after tip-toeing away, something else caught his attention. His antennae pricked up and stiffened in sudden pleasant surprise. Though he was still getting used to their extra sensory abilities, the scent that they were picking up on was utterly unmistakeable to him. Honey! Blackberries!

A distracted squeak let out of the little puck. Practically drooling, he gravitated back to Yvvie’s table.