FELIX
Oh Zeph has Felix on the edge of his seat, listening and soaking up the tale with everything he can muster. He nibbles on the pastry far less intensely than the first one, breaking part of it apart and dipping it into the tea as he focuses on the idea of stealing a moon – a curl of his lip in amusement at just the prospect of trying to steal something so big and beautiful, and something that helped light up the darkness of the Greatwood when he’d stayed out too late to find his way home.
But his attention returns to Zeph as he swallows down his bite, right about the point where Zeph mentions that one of the merfolk had made it to the mountain, had found the moon, and as ever the best pupil he can be, listening to whatever he can and absorbing all the information, a wide grin spreads across his face as he sets the pastry down and rests his forearms on the table when the question hits. “A spirit of a dragon!” He chimes, grinning, certain he’d gotten the answer right.
But his attention returns to Zeph as he swallows down his bite, right about the point where Zeph mentions that one of the merfolk had made it to the mountain, had found the moon, and as ever the best pupil he can be, listening to whatever he can and absorbing all the information, a wide grin spreads across his face as he sets the pastry down and rests his forearms on the table when the question hits. “A spirit of a dragon!” He chimes, grinning, certain he’d gotten the answer right.
breathing dreams like air
