@wardernirvaan location: parco savello notes: we can transition this
It was always cold whenever the two were together, but Assan had adapted to the presence of winter fey a long time ago. That might have been a reason that he’d been drawn towards Nirvaan initially, besides the more obvious: at the time the warder had a box of donuts. A sharp nose had quirked and now the rest was history, a few months in and the two were together for a picnic. Generally when they met up it was because Assan was hungry or Nirvaan was kicking him awake: typically late, his absent mind forgetting entirely that Nirvaan had told him they were going to meet up. It wasn’t Assan’s fault, he’d been very clear when he told him that 2pm was a bad time for him because the tiefling like to nap from 11am to 6pm on Tuesdays.
Unceremoniously pulled from the bench that Assan was taking a short rest on, the promise of cucumber sandwiches and roasted chicken with cranberry sauce on fresh baguette was enough to get the tiefling off the bench and onto the blanket that was spread out for the two of them. By the time they got there, Assan’s share was already gone as he watched Nirvaan start to unwrap his own.
“Tuna?” Assan said as he pointed towards it: Surely you don’t need all of that, right? The tiefling asked, Can I have half?
