The incubus peered down at the Kokiri, his tall stature looming over Kaphona like a damned building.
“Ah, you are the ‘plant child’ my dear Imp spoke so kindly of.” He kneels down slightly, brows furrowed. “Good thing I had some old pastel fabric for that dress of yours that I crafted.”
““Never the less, dear one. I hope that my garb is being kept safe and is worn with care. It doesn’t need to take long for me to grow angry at those who damage my work. But, since my imp spoke so kindly of you, I shall let that slide..”
Kaphona was dumbfounded that someone so tall, muscular, and violent looking could make something so sweet and pretty. She had heard stories of the imp and their incubus problem, but never realized she’d meet the terror himself. And yet, he didn’t seem mad, he seemed...distant, saddened almost.
((Something stupid I made. XD))