Sprite of the North

Of course, if he invited the man inside his home and Hallor was around, he would get teased endlessly.

Ah well, it wasn’t as though that wouldn’t happen anyway.

“Eh, no I don’ - ye do. An’ furthermore ye got cat ears so don’t go around tellin’ people ‘bout how funny they talk, yeh?”

“Eh, no I don’ - ye do. An’ furthermore ye got cat ears so don’t go around tellin’ people ‘bout how funny they talk, yeh?”

To a young Freljordian man dressed in a fur cloak meant to keep out harsh wind, rain, and snow, the man before him was rather…odd. Not that it was bad or anything - just…the way he dressed, the way he looked, the way he held himself, would all be quite out of place in his home village.

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9. Undressing

Edelweiss had been eager to accept Brynnan’s offer to visit the Freljord lands at first. But since they’d ventured into the colder parts of the territories.. the witch had been questioning his choices.

He thought the snow would’ve been the worst part but, oh, no. It was the rain. He’d been caught out in it, on a food run in the small town they’d stopped in. Making it back to their room at the inn hadn’t been quick enough and Edel felt so cold, his clothes were drenched. 

Edel froze up, then made a sort of yelp sound. He stumbled, but with his pants so low it.. didn’t go so well and he only managed to fall over, laying pathetically on the floor. He scrambled to reach for his shirt, using it to censor his bared bits. Then he just lay there, staring at the ceiling, nearly glowing with embarrassment. His whole face was red as a rose.

Brynnan darted inside, shutting the door behind him more habitually than intentionally, and reached out for his friend. He did think better of that a moment before he actually bent down to grab the taller young man. Instead he stood up and reached for the parcel he was carrying. He quickly untied it, saying, “No worries, no worries - I was just out getting a couple of things...Figured I’d come back given the rain gettin’ harder...”

He opened the parcel and drew out the cloak he had purchased for his friend. He held it out, and down, to the fallen witch.

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“Too young.”

//You gonna complain every time.

“Probably.”

//welp you gotta do it

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9. Undressing

Edelweiss had been eager to accept Brynnan’s offer to visit the Freljord lands at first. But since they’d ventured into the colder parts of the territories.. the witch had been questioning his choices.

He thought the snow would’ve been the worst part but, oh, no. It was the rain. He’d been caught out in it, on a food run in the small town they’d stopped in. Making it back to their room at the inn hadn’t been quick enough and Edel felt so cold, his clothes were drenched. 

He gave a smile and a quick laugh to the shop keeper, a little nod and a word of agreement just as the rain started to fall harder. Now, it was most certainly time to get indoors before he was just thoroughly soaked. He lifted a hand and gave his goodbye before heading back to the inn.

He had been so excited to show Edel his homeland. He had grown exceptionally fond of the witch and had been so eager to show him the Freljord. Of course, the poor southerner was cold the whole while, but he had assured him he would get used to it...He had also just purchased him a proper cloak - a real freljordian one treated to help ward off the rain and given fur around the hood and shoulders to keep him warm. It wasn’t the...thickest of fur or the greatest of cloaks, but it was good - he had a fair touch of money so he could at least get something decent - and his friend certainly needed it.