#firi lavellan

[briarfox13]

Firi for my dear friend @princessbatteringram <3 <3 

I love you both so very much!

[tk-duveraun]

⚽️ for Firi and Fox :D

There was a shem with a spear staring at her clan’s halla. A shem with a spear. That would not stand. Nope, not one little bit. Not today, not any day. Firi took a single moment to consider whether or not it was a good idea (the shem couldn’t be more than fiften, she’d be fine) before tackling him. She grabbed the shem by the hair (it was not nicer than hers) and tried to smash his face into the dirt as the halla ran from the scuffle.

Just as she was going to put his stupid, nice, but not-as-nice-as-hers hair into the dirt, Firi realized that what she’d thought was a spear was actually a staff. A magic staff. The burst of force magic hit her in the gut and knocked the breath out of her lungs with a loud squeak.

The boy scrambled to his feet with the help of his staff and aimed the blade at her. “What was that for!”

“You were gonna kill our halla!”

“What? No I wasn’t!”

“Yes you were, I saw you!”

The boy shook his staff and an illusion formed of a halla (it looked similar to a halla at least, some of the details were off) that trotted up to his side. He petted the image, even though his hand passed through. “I just wanted to give her some scritches!”

Firi crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t believe you.”

“Well, then don’t!” A loud meow sounded from the boy’s satchel. “And just for that, you can’t see my kitten.”

They glared at each other and the standoff might have lasted the entire day if the boy’s black-haired guardian hadn’t appeared and dragged him off, chiding the boy in heavily accented Trade.