🦋Rinwell

✧ ＡＳＴＲＡＬ ＭＡＧＥ ✧ 🦋descriptive 🦋story focus 🦋Serious/Crack 🦋shipping : only with mutual chemistry. 🦋nsfw - she's a minor ⚠️ Consensual hand holding with adults present is allowed until she's at 16 in the story. ♡ + ↻ -ˋˏ ༻🦋༺ ˎˊ-

Did someone mention...RUINS?!

That... made the young mage chuckle a bit. Her earlier concerns of Hootle's whereabouts are now long forgotten. "You know that he can't count, right? All he's saying is up~down. He thinks you're playing with him."

"Hootle? Oh, there you a....re..." Finding more than just her feathery friend, Rinwell stopped before the two, her head adorably tilting to the side, just like the owl's. "What are you two doing?"

*hoot hoot!* And he's not going to stop until the man can't stand anymore.

There may be a little round owl stationed atop one of them, hooting with each repetition.

Her entire face along with ears turned deep crimson. "THAT'S COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THING!"

"It's called thinking, you should do that sometimes." Huffing, the girl's hands went to her sides, meaning that she wasn't done with her lecturing. "What if I used an arte in self defense?! You should never approach an ally like that!"

The girl tensed up as if hit by a paralyzing spell, a quiet startled yelp on her lips. "DOHALIM!!? DON'T CREEP ON ME LIKE THAT!!" The small owl on her head hooted in agreement, returning from his puffed up, menacing look to the egg shape.

Speaking of Law... where did that idiot went this time?

" . . . . . . " Murder is on the menu today.

Challenging the born and raised Cyslodian into a snowball fight was his first mistake. Not running away right after - second. White-Blueish aura enveloped the mage while she murmured a spell. Dozen snowballs forming around her, only to shot straight at the boy the next second.

He's chosen DEATH

"Who needs friends when you have owls?" Is sitting in a barely lit room with a dozen of owls surrounding her. Haven't seen daylight in weeks. Eats only snacks. Slept maybe three times. Totally normal behavior.

d e f l a t e s

Pours herself a full glass of apple juice (all alcoholic beverages were confiscated by Alphen and Kisara), sniffing and whining with a face pressed to the table. "Theeeeeey alllll leeeeft meeeeeeee againnnn."

Law: "Dad!" kiddo: gwampa! Zephyr: DEAD xitter.cf/tosshin_/status/157734…

KICKS HIM AND SENDS DOING FULL 360 FIVE FEET AWAY. PICKS HER POOR SQUISHED MARSHMALLOW AND CARRIES HOOTLE TO SHIONNE TO HEAL HER BABY.

Nothing of value is lost.

Kicks a chestnut. It hits you in the back of your head.