#asadmonk

Milreaf almost looked offended with the first comment, but her facial expression eased when he showed his fangs again. His dorky grin made me giggle a bit.

"Well, apologies for offending you. But, you don't exactly just seem to be Giegue's favorite companion either." she looked at her arm for a second. "But I'm not prying. You seem to fear her, or what might happen without her. So I'm assuming the relationship benefits mutually..."

Seeing him lower his back for her, she carefully climbs on. She watches out for Hiro, she notices that he's on one knee to help a man that seems to have chest pains. Sticking her tongue at his direction, she situates herself on Merdavi.

Almost taking off in full float, she felt the power in his wings. Rising higher and higher into the skies, she stook her hand out and weakly use magic on the clouds as she brushed her fingers through. Snow started to fall from where her fingers solidified them.

"So, Merdavi. What do you wanna eat? I don't think you want more bears. But if you do, the closest is Gairech Hills. But anywhere would be fine."

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Hiro had finished buying and cooking whatever Milreaf wanted. He felt like he was a pushover. But then again, he was told that he was like that always when it came to her. He felt clearly distressed and panicked that she hardly remembered him. But thrusting memories and things she couldn't attempt to remember would be bad... and she'd grow to hate him but it would cause a larger awkward gap between them.

Carefully placing all of the goods in his bag. No matter what happened to it, it usually had enough space. Not that he carried much.

Stopped in his tracks, he noticed a man hit by a snowball. Only to attempt to stand to only fall down. He clutched his chest sharply. He looked to where he left Milreaf, she seemed to be talking to the dragon still. "She can wait a li

ttle longer for me." he thought.

Rushing over to his aid, he quickly scanned for the medical tent. It was already overfilled. Didn't the doctor there know to stock more cots there? He then thought bitterly that it's a small festival, nothing big ever happens. Staring at the snowball, it was snowy and soft on the outside, but clearly on the inside it was compressed with ice shards, it was likely more dangerous than normal rock filled snowballs. His foster father, his teacher, had always mentioned to not make hasty judgements when treating someone. But, in such a case when it could be made, it was sure to help someone.

"I'm sorry, please just take my hand and squeeze it. I'll heal you because the medical tent is full."

He pressed his fingers over the afflicted area. "There may be ice shards lodged in your body. This is a weak spell that will melt the ice safely into water where it'll pass through your body." His fingers began emitting a faint reddish-orange misty air around his fingers. "This...is just to heal you. Just don't strain yourself afterwards. For example, don't bend down too quickly. Ask someone else to do it. Oh and for heavens sake, don't touch the area. It might be bruised at most. It will heal on its own, but you can use ice...er well, a cold compress to speed up the process. Use rubbing alcohol if you'd like to wear away the physical damage."

A fainter green light healed the area. Standing up, he helped the man up before bowing quickly and rushing off to find Milreaf.

He stopped in panic. She was no longer there. Neither was the dragon. "Could she be eaten? I should've come faster. I should've led us aroundt he festival. I should've held onto her closer. I should've." feeling a vibration in his shorts, he saw his phone signalling when to set up for the bonfire. He couldn't look for her now.

"I'm sorry Milreaf. I'll apologize more when you're back... but for now." he ran to the other side of the beach. He noticed Oonthe looking very serene in his pool of water around a castle. Most of the placements for the bonfire was all in place.

He bowed politely to the workers. Aiming a large firebolt at the top, he continued to add more until it was set ablaze. He nervously looked around. He should announce the start soon.

--- Lemmy nervously bit into the lemon he had set his eyes on. It embarrassed him whenever he ate them. More so because of his roommate, but he would never let that known to him. It would just cause merciless teasing.

From the corners of his eyes he noticed Rai. He seemed to be in a kind of dreamy yet sad daze over his sculpture of... he believed Caravan Joe...? The man seemed to look different every time. He doubted Rai had looked over every inch of the festival, and he had just come. Perhaps they could mingle and talk like old times...?

Grabbing a piece of note paper and pen from his own inventory, he quickly wrote a note. Asking for a piece of tap, he stuck the note on the lemon before he reread it.

"I don't know what to write here, but I just wanted to say hi. I'm over by the fruit stand if you wanna chill for the small time before I have to go to the kissing booth. ~ Lemmy."