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She looked up at him, her brow furrowed. “I’m sorry,” she said, her ears drooping.
(Zoop?)
She nodded, giving the hand to him. It was pink in some places and he would see where she had gotten singed, but it was fine. “It’s okay. It was...
He sat on the edge of the bed, watching her leave before heading for the shower.
“Okay,” he agreed, leaning down and brushing her hair back. “Good luck.”
“I thought it wouldn’t be hot,” she said, sniffling a little as she cradled her hand to her chest. “It wasn’t hot when I set it on fire.”
He stood up, looking down at her. “Will you stay? Or are you heading out?”
She squinted before sticking her hand in quickly. She yelped a little, bringing it back, her eyes misting.
He laughed, pulling away from her. “I gotta shower anyway.”
She squinted before reaching towards it curiously, seeing how hot it would get.
“I told you. I’d never lie,” he replied smugly.
She laughed a little, looking down at the fire and reaching her hand towards it, curious if she could touch it. “It is a daunting task. I wonder...
He slipped his arms around her waist, kissing her temple playfully. “I’m teasing. You smell like roses.”
She beamed at him, looking excited. “You’re teaching me magic!”
“I don’t know,” he insisted, leaning in and sniffing her hair playfully. “Maybe it’s an elf funk.”
Her eyes opened and she blinked before looking up at him in excitement. “I did it!”
“Really?” he asked, leaning in and sniffing her. “You smell like something.”
She didn’t notice, tilting her head slightly as the corners of her mouth going down.
“Yesterday morning,” he replied, squinting at her. “Maybe you stink. Fairies don’t smell.”
She didn’t see it, her eyes still closed. She pressed her fingers gently to the wood in the fire pit, feeling the grain and pouring the energy...
