"I always called her Lumpmallow. She's supposed to be a gibbering orb, but since she's stuffed she can't really fly. She was made with beans, so she's nice and hefty." He holds out the plush for Donn to take.
Donn takes it, examining it all over. How it feels, its weight, how it smells, which angle the light works best for it, its thread count, everything before handing it back with a wink "I approve"
It feels soft, but not incredibly so. It's probably linen, and it weighs about a pound despite the lightweight material. It is utterly soaked in Egregore's smoky musk, along with notes of chocolate and coffee. It's a bit threadbare, and has clearly had Mending cast on it several times and stitched nonmagically multiple others. The eyes used to gleam, and the edges still do in some places, but they've been turned cloudy and yellow from sunlight and tiny scratches from metal buttons, keys, coins, and claws.
Edward takes it gratefully, placing it back into his coat where it is gently tucked into a pocket. "To be loved is to be changed, or so the saying goes."
"I fully agree, to be loved is be changed and you have had this thing for awhile I can feel. It's beautiful." He beamed brightly, a look of softness making its way home across his features.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
It feels soft, but not incredibly so. It's probably linen, and it weighs about a pound despite the lightweight material. It is utterly soaked in Egregore's smoky musk, along with notes of chocolate and coffee. It's a bit threadbare, and has clearly had Mending cast on it several times and stitched nonmagically multiple others. The eyes used to gleam, and the edges still do in some places, but they've been turned cloudy and yellow from sunlight and tiny scratches from metal buttons, keys, coins, and claws.
Edward takes it gratefully, placing it back into his coat where it is gently tucked into a pocket. "To be loved is to be changed, or so the saying goes."
"I fully agree, to be loved is be changed and you have had this thing for awhile I can feel. It's beautiful." He beamed brightly, a look of softness making its way home across his features.
"You're gonna end up like that too, you know." He grabs Donn in a big hug, squishing the archfey into the soft, malleable shadows with enough force to break a mortal's bones.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It feels soft, but not incredibly so. It's probably linen, and it weighs about a pound despite the lightweight material. It is utterly soaked in Egregore's smoky musk, along with notes of chocolate and coffee. It's a bit threadbare, and has clearly had Mending cast on it several times and stitched nonmagically multiple others. The eyes used to gleam, and the edges still do in some places, but they've been turned cloudy and yellow from sunlight and tiny scratches from metal buttons, keys, coins, and claws.
Edward takes it gratefully, placing it back into his coat where it is gently tucked into a pocket. "To be loved is to be changed, or so the saying goes."
"I fully agree, to be loved is be changed and you have had this thing for awhile I can feel. It's beautiful." He beamed brightly, a look of softness making its way home across his features.
"You're gonna end up like that too, you know." He grabs Donn in a big hug, squishing the archfey into the soft, malleable shadows with enough force to break a mortal's bones.
Donn screeches playfully, though it sounds more like a goat's bleating call. He seems to mold in a way to the force of the hug in a way no mortal should. His tails flick happily behind him like two fuzzy snakes. He glomps Egregore in his own hug, giggling
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"You're gonna end up like that too, you know." He grabs Donn in a big hug, squishing the archfey into the soft, malleable shadows with enough force to break a mortal's bones.
Donn screeches playfully, though it sounds more like a goat's bleating call. He seems to mold in a way to the force of the hug in a way no mortal should. His tails flick happily behind him like two fuzzy snakes. He glomps Egregore in his own hug, giggling
He makes some affectionate grumbles. He leans forward, putting his entire weight on Donn. Despite his incredible size, he's only around 200 pounds due to his composition. "You're my baaaby..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You're gonna end up like that too, you know." He grabs Donn in a big hug, squishing the archfey into the soft, malleable shadows with enough force to break a mortal's bones.
Donn screeches playfully, though it sounds more like a goat's bleating call. He seems to mold in a way to the force of the hug in a way no mortal should. His tails flick happily behind him like two fuzzy snakes. He glomps Egregore in his own hug, giggling
He makes some affectionate grumbles. He leans forward, putting his entire weight on Donn. Despite his incredible size, he's only around 200 pounds due to his composition. "You're my baaaby..."
"Thank you my dear." Donn kisses him and boops his nose "Tell me, why in the hells does the Feywild look like this right now?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He makes some affectionate grumbles. He leans forward, putting his entire weight on Donn. Despite his incredible size, he's only around 200 pounds due to his composition. "You're my baaaby..."
"Thank you my dear." Donn kisses him and boops his nose "Tell me, why in the hells does the Feywild look like this right now?"
"Well, it's actually the Autumn Country, but it's frozen over right now for some reason. It's not supposed to be like that, but I'm not sure what we can do about it." He rests his snout on Donn's shoulder.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He makes some affectionate grumbles. He leans forward, putting his entire weight on Donn. Despite his incredible size, he's only around 200 pounds due to his composition. "You're my baaaby..."
"Thank you my dear." Donn kisses him and boops his nose "Tell me, why in the hells does the Feywild look like this right now?"
"Well, it's actually the Autumn Country, but it's frozen over right now for some reason. It's not supposed to be like that, but I'm not sure what we can do about it." He rests his snout on Donn's shoulder.
"Hmm, well.. Perhaps we can melt the ice? That would be a given but I fear this may simply be magical, not normal.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Well, it's actually the Autumn Country, but it's frozen over right now for some reason. It's not supposed to be like that, but I'm not sure what we can do about it." He rests his snout on Donn's shoulder.
"Hmm, well.. Perhaps we can melt the ice? That would be a given but I fear this may simply be magical, not normal.."
"Maybe. Unless we upgrade planar warming to 'Flambe Style,' I don't think we're going to counteract the fact that it's winter now. It's not supposed to be, but it is."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, it's actually the Autumn Country, but it's frozen over right now for some reason. It's not supposed to be like that, but I'm not sure what we can do about it." He rests his snout on Donn's shoulder.
"Hmm, well.. Perhaps we can melt the ice? That would be a given but I fear this may simply be magical, not normal.."
"Maybe. Unless we upgrade planar warming to 'Flambe Style,' I don't think we're going to counteract the fact that it's winter now. It's not supposed to be, but it is."
"There could be a source, all things considered. Something or someone is making this all happen, creating a frozen world." He ponders, scuffing his hoof through the dead frozen grass.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"I fully agree, to be loved is be changed and you have had this thing for awhile I can feel. It's beautiful." He beamed brightly, a look of softness making its way home across his features.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You're gonna end up like that too, you know." He grabs Donn in a big hug, squishing the archfey into the soft, malleable shadows with enough force to break a mortal's bones.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Donn screeches playfully, though it sounds more like a goat's bleating call. He seems to mold in a way to the force of the hug in a way no mortal should. His tails flick happily behind him like two fuzzy snakes. He glomps Egregore in his own hug, giggling
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He makes some affectionate grumbles. He leans forward, putting his entire weight on Donn. Despite his incredible size, he's only around 200 pounds due to his composition. "You're my baaaby..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thank you my dear." Donn kisses him and boops his nose "Tell me, why in the hells does the Feywild look like this right now?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well, it's actually the Autumn Country, but it's frozen over right now for some reason. It's not supposed to be like that, but I'm not sure what we can do about it." He rests his snout on Donn's shoulder.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hmm, well.. Perhaps we can melt the ice? That would be a given but I fear this may simply be magical, not normal.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Maybe. Unless we upgrade planar warming to 'Flambe Style,' I don't think we're going to counteract the fact that it's winter now. It's not supposed to be, but it is."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"There could be a source, all things considered. Something or someone is making this all happen, creating a frozen world." He ponders, scuffing his hoof through the dead frozen grass.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]