Upsy Daisy
Carry Me
He was drunk. Extremely drunk. Poor Sofria was the only one in the room with him. She kept saying something about going to bed, but Fenris couldn’t quite understand. Before he knew it, the small girl pulled him into her arms. “’Fria what’re you...? ‘S not gonna work da’lennn.” She took maybe four steps before Fenris found himself on the ground. No. On top of her. The elf rolled over, chuckling.
“Told ya.”












