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Douxie, let it be said, has never been much for mornings. Dreadful things that want to steal away your warmth and dog your limbs and mind when you try to slip from the dreaming world to a waking one. His stubbornness about waking up is well known to those who hang around him for any length of time. Archie not trying to rouse him is a hugely appreciated highlight though suddenly having the face of Nari in his own makes him balk in surprise and leads to him smacking his head on the headboard while his poor brain tries to process the suddenness of it all. With a winced ow he blinks, then again.

“So-sorry, guess kinda made me jump.” He tries to pull his hands free from the covers while sitting up properly in bed before quirking a brow at the mish-mashed wrapped box. He's not entirely sure why he’s being ambushed awake for it. 

“What you got there, something for me?”

When Nari answers, he lets out a contented hum complete with a thank you. With a great deal of care, despite the slightly excessive use of sellotape because we don’t need to teach her to tear everything open, he endeavors to find out what might be inside. The container is placed aside and he takes out the little music box which looks unusually ornate, delicately carved too with natural airs. While a bit reluctant to touch it lest it somehow breaks by his own clumsy fingers, it is given a poke anyway and this unintentionally manages to catch the switch.

“It’s beautiful,” he whispers before going wide eyed when it opens up with a tick tick noise. It sits there for a few seconds of silence before it begins to play a very old melody that immediately causes a feeling of nostalgia to dig it’s claws deeply into his flesh. He remembers it well enough, played on the streets during festivals or events by strings and voices celebrating whatever was happened at the time.Any of the reasons escape him but the music, ah now that he always adored.

The wizard looks up at her again, still holding it on one palm with the other almost shielding it away. While he knows she might not appreciate a hug you can tell he really wants to because damnit that’s how you show appreciation for something this important, this precious. He’s close to happy tears and there's a massive smile on his face. 

Skrael watches it as it grows, sharp eyes following every little twitch of life. Impassive, unimpressed... until it touches his nose in an unexpected bump that sends him reeling back with a sneer. Annoyed, he points the staff to the ground, ready to release a wave of excruciating cold into the ground to kill the roots, yes, everything within a three yard radius.

Hesitates, then... a fine layer of frost spreads across the grass surrounding the flower, frost that the sun will turn to water soon enough.

“Brat”, he mutters under his breath.

There’s something surprising at finding tiny hands on Alyona’s nose, especially since she wasn’t expecting hands during her hike!

She blinks. She stares. She lowers her head with intrigue at the strange little creature. The elfling greets her, compliments her, and for some reason, the tip of her tail twitches, as if wanting to wag.

“You know of I and my own... You show and speak recognition.”

She’s just caught in confusion and wonder, so she lets instinct dictate her action...

Her instincts make her crouch down, nearly to a lay, and prick her ears up, keeping still, as if greeting a wild fawn.

“We have been hiding” she says, even quieter, smiling. She snuffs at the little thing again, snorting a great breath of fire-warm air from her nostrils. 

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Skrael rolled his eyes, unperturbed by what was meant to be a horrific sight, but was clearly just an actor in a costume.

"This is not frightening in the slightest. I do not need a hand to hold."

Still, unrelated to the paltry "haunted" house... Nari's hand was always warm in a pleasant way, even if it was also frequently covered in things that he rarely asked after anymore-- he'd learned that it was best not to know long ago-- and... well, how much time had also passed since he'd held her hand? A year? A century? Two minutes? Each too long, in his own opinion.

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Skrael grins, accepting the berries with gratitude. "Thank you, Nari. Happy Pride."