Sweet Cinnamoth
EXP: 37,766, Level: 8
Level completed: 31%,
EXP required for next Level: 6,234
BY THE GODS.
Fenn squeaked softly and sank deeper into the hug, wrapping his own birdishly delicate arms around this sudden new friend of his. "Friend", now, being sternly solidified in his mind -- Fenn couldn't believe how good this felt. Bright was one way to describe the sensation he got from the embrace. Magic-bright, to be more specific, that elusive sensation Fenn got whenever he came in contact with a source of sorcery.
It was as if… He couldn’t put his finger on it. Some of the tenseness inside him melted away, at least for now.
Fenn rested his head on Hype’s shoulder and rubbed his eyes, his expression falling somewhere between smugness and befuddlement. Magic hugs? Or, magic touch? Maybe he should get a book on Briarhearts to learn more about this.
His own icy attunement subdued in the face of it, the frosty fae's touch leaving only a few bare flecks of frost on Hype’s colorful fabric-swath clothing. Which was lucky, because he’d rather not give the fox or his new plant-fae friend frostbite. The boy blinked and stared off into space. What was he thinking about before this? Was he thinking about anything before this? Everything was moving so fast and so haphazardly tonight, and the dreamy strangeness of it all reminded him of Sidhe.
That was fine, he guessed.
His eyes fluttered half-shut. He could almost fall asleep in Hype’s arms right now, right next to the evidently ego-hurt fox. “Warm” wasn't a state of being he typically ascribed to good-feeling happenstances, but he’d make an exception for this.
Last edited by FennWenn; 09-08-2017 at 03:20 PM.
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