Blood, Frost, and Cheerful Tongues

[FennWenn]

Fenn probably should have thought about whether it was a good idea or not to show up as a second Nevin right in front of the actual, original Nevin before opening the door. After all, people were normally taken aback by meeting a double of themselves. It made one thing suspicious sneaky things were going on. The alchemist had been given such a fright that he leapt over the counter as if he intended to fight the little fae!

A greyish tinge took to his ears.

How was he to explain this..? “I made myself look like you so that I could avoid going to jail again because picking locks and sneaking out is always time-consuming” might not go over well. Fenn held up a hand a moment, trying to come up with a good reason for his hasty disguise, but quickly falling short. How about he just… not? There was white-hair-elf Ven here to be chatty and distract everyone! Whatever “speaks in red” meant, an enthusiastic nod was given upon the ridiculous reason of emulating Nevin’s “dashing good looks. There were dumber reasons to guise oneself as someone else. With a frosty twitch of his fingers, he flicked up a new guise; a quick mirror-image of Ven himself, wiggling his eyebrows in a silly way.

He did not have the energy to sustain such a silly sight for long. Just as quickly, it fell apart in a flutter of snow.

Running had made him tired. The burn on his hand still stung. The illusions made him mind feel slightly melty... He wanted very badly to sit down. There was a swooshy swaying feeling in him, and he was pretty sure he was going to fall over if he didn’t set his ass down somewhere anyway. Since Nevin did not seem to be using his chair behind the counter anymore, and he was just that tired, the puck decided that it was time to steal a seat. Frost tracked across the floor as Fenn wobbled over behind the counter to claim the chair for his own.

In any case, this new-person-elf Ven was a curious fellow, and Fenn found himself wondering why he was here.