The Sword and Staff [All Welcome]

[FennWenn]

There! Comfortably dry.

Well, as much as he was going to get. The boy made a face and flicked away some of the ice droplets that stuck to his toes. There was still some dampness to his hair, and some ice clinging to his skin an clothes. It would do. Now that Fenn was no longer in danger of becoming a living statue, he poked his head out from under the table and glanced around, his buggy green eyes shining with curiosity. From this side of the room, he could see a lot of people. There was spooky tall man, and some pretty ladies, and-

“Who let the kid in here?”

Fenn narrowed his gaze and huffed. He let his own damn self in, that was what! At some point, someone was going to give him the boot, weren’t they? No kids allowed in taverns. But, Fenn wasn’t a kid (he pretended)! He crawled out from under the table and swung to fac- oh gods, that woman was sitting with Vincent. The boy froze. Somewhat literally; frost crept up his arms in jagged, frightful patterns. He hadn’t talked to Vince since the Amari incident. A lot had happened since then.

You know what? He just wouldn’t talk about it. It would be fiiine… right after pulled the sleeves of his cloak over his wrists, that was.

A moment of adjustment- better now.

With Daugi harumphing and trailing after, Fenn stealthily slunk over to Vincent and the child-pointing-out lady’s table, stealing a seat near the Tarot’s leader. Maybe that would prevent him from getting kicked out of the establishment. He wanted some food too!