Bordering On Brokering

[FennWenn]

Unabashedly, Fenn dunked the half-loaf of sweetbread into the water and stuffed it in its entirety into his mouth. Stupid dumb stew. Nevin was thanked with a grateful nod and a suffering squeak.

Beanpole — Sketch now, Fenn supposed — never seemed to quiet. Even as the fae lay with his chin on the table miserably waiting for the awful, awful spice-taste to leave, the storyteller was chattering away. Thankfully, not in lectures. Apologies now. Eloquent ones. They somewhat more bearable, even if the sudden shift was a bit off-putting. “Sir Fenn”? Well, that was something new.

One would think that the promise of real not-spicy food would appeal to Fenn. And it did! Of course it did. It just came alongside a twinge of unease. He knew just enough about his kin to know that milk, honey, and bread together were traditionally offerings to appease faerie wrath. It reminded him that there was a lot about his people — and himself — that he was distanced from. Much as he'd like to say he was an adult, was used to mimicking and being treated as a human or elven child. Not a spooky, dangerous fae.

It reminded him that he needed to ask Banrion a bit more about what him being “Changeling” meant.

Actually, there was a lot he needed to ask her.

Fuck.

APOLOGY ACCEPTED, Fenn reluctantly scrawled in the vast swath of ice that was already on the table -- partially scrubbed away, and slowly receding as he calmed. HONEY AND STUFF GOOD. COPPER TOO. YOU STORYTELLER? MANY STORIES? KNOW STORIES OF FAE? TELL. LIKE TO HEAR. CURIOUS. There was a nearly guilty lilt to Fenn’s writing -- how silly was it to inquire a bit about his own kind, even in such a roundabout sneaky way? Yet, it seemed right to ask. If he was to stick around this blabbermouth long enough to get a new meal, might as well steer the conversation in directions that he’d actually bother to listen to. IF HAVE FUNNY STORIES ABOUT NEVIN, ALSO TELL. RUMORS ARE VERY ENTERTAINING, he added.

Fenn... may or may not have started an intentional one about Nevin being a pirate. Stonevale was a gossipy, gossipy town. Those were the best towns.