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He looked intrigued, raising one eyebrow. “Really? What changed?”
She opened the bag that the faerie had given her, counting out four kroele before offering it to him.
“You should,” he replied, glancing up at her. “I miss you when you’re not here. How is it back home? Any updates?”
She gave him a sweet smile, her eyes glancing over the menu. “One farmer’s scone please,” she said easily, her voice soft.
“I would if I could,” he replied, passing her the menu. “But I never get breaks, you know? I work seven days a week.” He shrugged, sighing...
She weighed her options before settling on a cheap food stand that sold hot pastries so that she wouldn’t have to leave Tanzy outside. She got in...
“You know I only came here for the job,” he replied, sitting at a booth and resting his head on his hand. “Very little could have taken me away...
She laughed gently before setting off down the street, looking for some sort of food that they could buy, her soft eyes looking around the town in...
He rolled his eyes before leading her into a bakery, relatively quiet compared to the rest of the city. “You don’t need smarts to do what I do,...
She pulled her hood up before looking down at her companion. “What do you think, Tanzy?” she asked quietly, looking down at him. “You hungry? We...
“Yeah, but you should be,” he said with a small shrug. “The world is terrifying. You’re just smart, y’know?”
She nodded, looking down at Tanzy before looking back up at Firo. “Okay. Stay safe.”
His face fell and he squinted at her, tilting her head. “You’re not weird,” he replied indignantly. “You’re amazing. Other people are weird.”
She gave the faerie a smile, ducking her head in a sign of respect. “Thank you, miss,” she said quietly.
He laughed a little, draping an arm over her shoulder playfully. “You know I didn’t wanna leave you behind,” he told her. “But I had to. Are you...
She looked around, pulling her cloak tighter around herself before standing up, stretching her arms below her head and yawning a little.
He looked down at her, that playful glint in his eye. “Heaven forbid I take care of myself,” he teased. “Besides, I’m a momma bird, Cal. I had to...
She laughed a little, her shoulders relaxing as she looked back down at Tanzy, scratching under his chin. “I suppose you’re right.”
He let go of her hand and stretched, looking around at the city before looking back down at her. “I’ve been good! A little overworked, I guess,...
She hesitated, noticing the worry on his face and instantly changing her words to soften the implication. “They certainly have been,” she said...
