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A Tale Of Gifts
Kavan.
For a moment he sat, waiting, lips pressed together.
Kavan couldn't help but wonder if he had heard Fyn correctly.
Surely not, because then that would mean that Fyn was a bigger fool than he was. Had he imagined the mortal saying but a few weeks ago that he wanted freedom above everything else? Had he imagined Havu telling him about how Fyn couldn't let a day miss without reminiscing about his old tent back in the village of Gashea?
And yet, Fyn's eyes were unwavering, staring straight at him.
Brown ones staring at red ones.
Fyn was serious.
Kavan inhaled sharply. Something in his chest was pounding and he can't help but tighten his arms around Fyn. A breeze gusted along with them, making loose strands of Fyn's hair fly and cover half of his face. Softly, and ever so gently, Kavan retracts his claws back into his skin. Something that he rarely does anymore. He brus
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