Sweet Cinnamoth
EXP: 37,766, Level: 8
Level completed: 31%,
EXP required for next Level: 6,234
Fenn winced as iron was brought up, his hand unconscious grabbing his wrist for an instant, as if to protect it. Iron was a very bad thing to put into a sneaky-sneaky poison. Any frost fae who touched it to their lips would immediately recognize the burning sensation — and that their drink was compromised. Horrible injury became likely, but death less so. No no, that wouldn’t do. In any case, Ezra’s sterness was a bit startling. POISON NOT FOR ME. A FRIEND NEEDS. HAS PLANS, I NOT KNOW ALL, BUT I TRUST. It was certainly not the whole of the truth, but it was a particular version of truth nonetheless. Fenn sighed waved his hand dismissively, as if to waft the matter away. That was how Banri did things. LIKE YOU NOT KNOW ALL THE THING.
Though hopefully he’d know “more the thing” next time he talked this over with Banrion. He had no idea how deeply her plans went. How much was she winging, and how much had she mapped out?
Fuck, now he wanted answers of his own order.
When offered a place to rest the next few days, Fenn visibly startled. His ears flicked uncertainly as he mulled over the offer -- the command, really. Up, down, up, down. He didn’t know whether to smack down some sass on the criticism of his typical sleeping habits, or...
The fae bit his lip, looking a little cross-eyed as he kept thinking. Well, he could accept the offer. He supposed. If this was a temporary thing, that would be fine, right? Why on earth anyone would invite a grabby-handed street urchin ordering poison to their house baffled him, but sure, he could roll with it? Admittedly, a part of him felt as if it would be just like when he was with Raster — a part he very quickly smothered within his chest. The more practical side of him had a very different thought. MEALS FREE? FOOD IS GOOD. OOD INVITATION, WHY WANT ME?
Speaking of food! His next bit of scrawl in the sparkly ice was directed at Sir Alchemist Potionpants Nevin. ALSO YOU HAVE TASTY CANDY NOW THAT NOT MAKE ME SEE THE SCARY BRIGHT COLORS? OR IS ALL COLOR CANDY?
Last edited by FennWenn; 11-06-2017 at 12:43 PM.
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