#axefairest

   Izana walked back and forth, moving his hands around, casting small spells and calling spirits forward only to move his hand again and make them vanish. If you were close enough you could hear him mumbling, but as he switched from one language to another -to another, it could be difficult to follow.

                         Renhy was trying to be good.  Honest.  He’d taught            himself a couple spells that were more useful than fun, even,            and he was excited to try them out.  He was excited to help.            It was with pure intentions that he approached Charlotte, who            he’d caught a brief glimpse of in a foul mood.  Since he thought            she was usually so cheery, she seemed like a good person to             start helping.

                         Admittedly, approaching her from behind might have            been the wrong way to begin.  ❝ Your name’s Charlotte, right?            I think I might be able to -- ❞  He was absolutely beaming,             grinning from ear to ear.  It was an exciting challenge to use            hexes in such a new way for him.  ❝ -- help you out! ❞

Keaton had never really found any reason to approach that weird blonde axe lady that had started tagging along. That voice she always used was so high-pitched that it hurt Keaton’s sensitive wolf ears a little, and she never seemed to display any interest in talking to him. But a certain rumor had reached his ears recently, and it was too good to pass up.