Brisk wind caressed her skin and scales. It played with her hair tossing it whatever way it please, and filled her lungs with fresh air now that they were leaving the city behind.

Flying, it was such a wonderful joy. She grabbed the railing before her and glanced out onto the horizon. The sun was still high painting the sky a wonderful shade of blue and the clouds loomed ever closer as the ground fell away.

How she had missed this along with the thrum of adventure. But she was glad at least to have one of the feelings back. As for the journey itself, well one could hardly call an errand a journey.

So she tore her gaze away from the sky and looked around the topside for her companion.

Handeloup was harshly pulled back to the waking world as he rolled off his chair and tumbled onto the stone floor. He groaned as he attempted to shake some clarity into his head; his thigh ached from where his armor pressed down, he had landed on it; his shoulder, however, hurt in a more familiar manner…

Gathering his senses, he looked up to see a flustered Alfeaux.

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“I am making you a very nice thing.” She drew out the ‘very’ and seemed completely unbothered by the measurement she produced. Or perhaps she was just too drunk to be concerned. “Don’t you worry, it’s on - hicc! - the house. Well, it’s on Bun but it’s all… the same thing.”

As she pulled away form Alfy, she stumbled. She was able to right herself but it was hard to tell how exactly she could be productive when she was this wasted.

“Ooh, you’ll look cute and you’ll be perfectly fine, heheh. So st - hicc! - straighten up! I won’t bite, I swear.” And with that, she went in for more measurements, unsteady all the while.

Not out of a desire for whatever this ‘nice thing’ is, but out of concern for the staggering woman, he moves to hold her shoulders.

“A-Are you quite alright, M-Miss Calme…?” His brow knits in concern. “Oh…that is very k-kind of you, but…I-I don’t want to inconvenience B-Bun…”

Curiosity overwhelms him, however, and he can’t help but wonder what this could possibly be leading to. “I…I-I’ll be cute…?” He asks disbelievingly, pointing to himself.

"Oh, it's no inconvinience to him, I'm sure. This would be far less costly than some of his other commissions so he'd appreciate the bloody break." She eyed him curiously, as well as she could with most of her world out of focus.

Send me a ⊱♥⊰ for my Muse’s reaction to yours hugging them without warning!

Bun wasn’t entirely sure that hugs from Alfy could ever really go without warning. He half expected some sort of affection just by being in the same room but it was this particular hug that caught him off.

4: Forehead Kiss

He was blocking her way.

That was the short of it and he was lucky that her tail touched him first and not her rear end. She was pretty sure the poor guy would overheat himself with a blush if that had happened.

Then again an ass to the face could probably frazzle a lot of people if it happened so suddenly. But it was strange that being poked by her scaly and rather pointy tail didn’t grab his attention. The book he was reading must be a good one.

So how to get his attention?

She could go the route of waving a hand in front of his face, or maybe use her tail to knock the book out of his hands. The former being respectable while the later a bit mean.

Hmm, what way to have fun with this? 

A smile played across her face as she set the manual she had been nabbing on top of the ladder. She then carefully grasped the second from top rung and leaned out. 

She huffed a soft breath close to Alfy before pressing her lips against his forehead. 

She peeked her head up and looked at her friend, as she heard him fall.  "Oh by the twelve Alfy be careful!"  she called out, attempting to try and help him up, but by the time she moved in her chair he was already up and kneeling in front of her.

She sighed, looking at his face, "Yeah, I'm alright.  Just frustrated.  I can't seem to find the answers I'm looking for. "

Send 💧for my muse’s reaction to your crying

Itara sat down next to Alfy, wraping a pale arm around his shoulders.  She didn't say anything for a long while she just held him there next to her, leaning her head on his shoulder; she let him cry. 

Gently she rubber her hand on his arm, "Alfy, dear, I'm here.  I'm always her for you.  Tell me what is wrong."

An envelope arrives at the Archival of Gridania.  In elegant script the name Rurula Lula is inscribed on the front.  The letter inside bears the same writing, each letter precise and written with care.

 Dear Miss Lula,

I’m writing you today in regards to your son, Alfeaux.  I fear he is in great danger.  He has recently become involved with an elezen man whom I know as Leon.  I have reason to believe that this man and his associates are a great threat to Alfy, and despite my words of caution he refuses to listen to me.  I am hoping you have better luck than I.

I have seen first-hand the danger’s Leon has put Alfeaux into, and my sources indicate that the danger is only growing for my dear friend.  Though I am no longer in a position to protect him, I’m hoping my letter finds you, and you may be able to save your son, and my friend, from the mess he has gotten himself into.

I’m sorry I could not protect him,

Itara Irispyre