FELIX
Oh, this is a great story that has Felix’s eyes wide, chewing slowing on the pastry he’d snuck, hardly taking a moment to sip from his tea. When Felix says he was right, he shoots a victorious grin over toward his mother, elated that he’s paid attention to figure out the details in just what awaited at the top. But as Zeph continues, Felix realizes that his mother was right too — that Safrin’s voice bloomed through the dragon, and cursed the Mer for the actions of the one.
A wide grin spans his face, sitting up a bit taller as his eyes remain on Zeph. “Wow.” Felix manages, trying to wrap his mind around it. He does offer a bright and chipper laugh at Zeph’s comment, however, now that he understands what it means and how that might relate. But he sips from his tea again until it’s gone and his eyes grow a bit heavy with exhaustion. “Thanks for the story Zeph… I think I’m gonna go to bed.” He says, stifling a yawn, stories always having that effect. “You’re a really good story teller, I wanna hear more sometime.” He offers half by means of apology for being such a little shit earlier, before he stands and grabs his cup to put in the sink and to give his mother a tight hug before drifting upstairs.
A wide grin spans his face, sitting up a bit taller as his eyes remain on Zeph. “Wow.” Felix manages, trying to wrap his mind around it. He does offer a bright and chipper laugh at Zeph’s comment, however, now that he understands what it means and how that might relate. But he sips from his tea again until it’s gone and his eyes grow a bit heavy with exhaustion. “Thanks for the story Zeph… I think I’m gonna go to bed.” He says, stifling a yawn, stories always having that effect. “You’re a really good story teller, I wanna hear more sometime.” He offers half by means of apology for being such a little shit earlier, before he stands and grabs his cup to put in the sink and to give his mother a tight hug before drifting upstairs.
breathing dreams like air
