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[lovethisheart]

".... Here goes."

Festivals of early spring were such a chore to prepare for. Someone in those southern lands had to spread the idea that as soon as the snow melted, you had to reignite passions with gifts, after a long, blustery winter indoors. In his own opinion, if you were cooped up with someone for three months in the northern continents without either of you dying, you deserved the time apart if so wished. Though. He hadn't spent the winter with the lovely lady of pastries. But it didn't seem like it would've been so bad, especially inside the bakery, next to some warm ovens and... other things. She was a lady, though. She deserved more than that sort of treatment, and acting as though he didn't have a warm enough place to be was beneath him.

So, in the spirit of the event, he had created something that'd taken a little of his time. Though he wasn't a blacksmith, the forge was still something he had to spend time around because of his profession- and hopefully, he didn't spend hours in front of those hot coals with a subpar result. Dressed in simple clothes, he tucks the vase and flowers under his arm... and knocks firmly, loudly on her door.

[lovethisheart]

@adelha-mathilde

Dogs. And a pleasant feeling in the air. Usually, those things in his experience didn't go together. He wasn't quite the size for the kind of play that those animals liked to engage in, and more than once, teeth like theirs had nipped at his heels, and worse. These loyal, smaller ones in contrast, hold so much light, young and sweet while fawning over their master. The sand here is soft. The netting he'd left on the shore barely clips his notice while he gazes around, and then back at the woman, this tall figure of mystery. They weren't far enough south in the seas for this to be Calypso. But that was a goddess; who knew if that one had a power to move her island where she pleased?

But experience said not to take anything from strangers. Even as simple as exchanging your names, and you'd signed your soul away- Gifts. What did he have on hand to bring for his sudden appearance? " Well- Hey," Casual and keeping his tone even.

His hands stay in the air, as he rethinks approaching this woman, even if she was acting rather kind in the moment; his boots stop just short of being within grabbing distance. A slip into his pocket produces a small coin purse, barely weighing more than a pound.

" I didn't pay for the pleasure of fishing your waters before, so, it's a good thing I found you before someone else came to collect, right?" As he deposits it into her palm there's tension so tight in his jaw, he might've bit a piece of his tongue off.

[lovethisheart]

"... Should've asked sooner so it wouldn't be suspicious..."

[lovethisheart]

❝—in fact some of the first work I did after leaving faerie was adventuring, if you can believe it. ❞ A tidbit she posits off-hand, smiling to herself at the thought.

❝There weren't a lot of good-and-honest employment opportunities for a fairy, all things considered; but adventuring parties, especially with decent mages, were willing to take a bit more of a risk. Not enough to ever go very deep into the dungeon with me, mind you...but, still. It's funny to think about—we might've ended up crossing paths earlier, if I'd stayed with it.❞

"...I can believe it because you're saying it,"

"But I'm happier that you didn't. "

How many times had him and his kinsmen been seen as disposable, even after the union was formed? Surely, Honey wasn't incapable of defense, but if a party wanted to turn against you, some could only hope they were fast enough to react defensively.

Then again, Fae were known to cause retribution for offenses, even the smallest notions of disrespect. He'd been told that getting caught whistling a certain tune while milking a cow might get their ire.

"Back then, I was a lot less informed and prejudiced against peoples that used magic; especially elves. I might've tried to keep you away with a torch if I felt you were trying to sweeten me up to a contract I would somehow talk myself into. After all- any half-foots found fooling with certain magic seem to... disappear mysteriously in the dungeons."

[lovethisheart]

There is a thick, miasma filled corner of this old mansion, smoke tendrils gripping the walls. They become more perceptible as limbs the closer one gets up the old stairwell. When it shifts, dark droplets slip down like sickly sap, seeming to be feeding a murmuring pool of the same material, dark like mold, and building up silt in a strange, organic clumps. Similar to some monsters, the thing clinging to the walls is seemingly breaking apart materials surrounding it to make a nest structure- " We should go a different route-" It didn't matter if the blob didn't have visible ears- the half-foot whispers regardless, hunching low.

"The cracks along that wall... I could make it across, but... there's no guarantee that it's not going to react to something heavier... or louder near its' territory. I'm not even sure what that thing is." A mission to clear a recently inherited decrepit piece of land seemed less and less appealing, even for the pay offered.

[lovethisheart]

Best kind of tea / coffee / juice?

Alright, you didn't specify SO you get everyone's answer.

"The best tea is the kind you drink after subduing the prey you've been hunting. Flavored with honey. Coffee and juice are for different occasions- sweet or black for the first, doesn't matter. Juice is for pups." "...."

" Ah! Yeah, of course I have a favorite."

"... Black coffee." People drink that regardless on this planet as I've seen.-

"...People really care about that?"

"Tea's okay on a normal day, and I really don't care which type it is. I don't really drink any of those unless I need a specific effect from them. "

Orange juice is the best, cranberry behind it. Good coffee is from your local shops and not corporate shills, and Earl grey with lemon is the best tea!