Paige
Her hand extended, about to reach out in an attempt to pet the landshark as it floated around her, but before she managed to do so Amun was extending a single rose to her. The girl hadn’t been given a flower before. There was the one time Ever got her a bouquet of mushrooms which was probably the closest she’d ever get to flowers from him, but this was different. She blinked rapidly, lips parting in quiet awe as she delicately took it from him, gingerly touching one of the petals as if it was a living thing and not made of metal. ”Thank you. It’s so pretty…”
She murmured just as the mist swirled in around them and the laughter caused her to jump, scrambling a little closer to him, free hand reaching out to grip at his shirt. ”Are you sure? What if it gets mad that you kicked at it?” Now, Paige wasn’t usually the scaredy-cat type. No, she was the type that went into haunted houses and ran from molten tigers and lived to tell the tale. This was a little different though. Gods and spirits and heralds were serious business.
Amun was very good at chasing away that worry, quickly distracting her as he dropped his voice into a conspiratorial whisper, causing her to grin. She giggled, a flush rising on her cheeks, ”Promise you won’t laugh? It’s kinda lame.” Even if it was good for sneaking around. The girl released his shirt and stepped back, form quickly melting into that of her weasel, coat starting to turn a bit white for the upcoming Deepfrost season.
She murmured just as the mist swirled in around them and the laughter caused her to jump, scrambling a little closer to him, free hand reaching out to grip at his shirt. ”Are you sure? What if it gets mad that you kicked at it?” Now, Paige wasn’t usually the scaredy-cat type. No, she was the type that went into haunted houses and ran from molten tigers and lived to tell the tale. This was a little different though. Gods and spirits and heralds were serious business.
Amun was very good at chasing away that worry, quickly distracting her as he dropped his voice into a conspiratorial whisper, causing her to grin. She giggled, a flush rising on her cheeks, ”Promise you won’t laugh? It’s kinda lame.” Even if it was good for sneaking around. The girl released his shirt and stepped back, form quickly melting into that of her weasel, coat starting to turn a bit white for the upcoming Deepfrost season.
Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind
They count me out time and time again
They count me out time and time again
