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He'll definitely do something
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You're definitely right that he's up to something
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They got back to Kyr-Toryl ten weeks after they had originally left, and all the snowing was giving way to rain instead, the snow on the ground melting slowly but surely, the cold only properly intense now during the night. And while Fennrin liked that winter was slowly coming to an end because he didn't enjoy the cold, much, it did fill him with anxiety. Because soon, a new war might break out. And he could tell Ainreth was thinking about this too, no matter how much he smiled and chattere
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They bicker and love each other very much
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The next several weeks flew by in what felt like days as they kept going from town to town, helping out where needed, earning goodwill with the locals. And Fennrin had to admit, he did feel less and less unwelcomed as they went, the word clearly traveling ahead of them. Even Snowflake was doing well, despite the fact that she wasn't young anymore, at least ten years old. Fennrin had had her since she was a kitten, but only for a year before the...incident. But he was immensely glad that Ain
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Petre just likes to be grumpy
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True, but the average person might not realize that
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Completely fair
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Ain knew that Fenn was stressed over this whole journey, but so far nothing too bad had happened. They had set off early in the morning, and had already visited a few villages that were near the road leading from Kyr-Toryl. The locals hadn't needed help with much, though Fenn did help a woman move kegs of beer. Ain was still in awe of how powerful Fenn was, and watching him move heavy loads with barely a twitch of his finger was certainly a good way to make Ainreth feel that. Not to mention how
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When Fennrin woke up, he almost gasped when he opened his eyes, only to see Ainreth sleeping next to him, an arm thrown over Fennrin's chest, with his nose pressed against his shoulder, drooling a little, and why the sun was that adorable? Fennrin shook his head, refusing to even rationalize it—too happy to rationalize it, honestly. This whole thing was crazy to think about. Him liking someone like Ain he could have predicted. Ainreth was charming, loving, very attractive, powerful bot
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He will be a good partner or die trying
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Objectively he is but Ain has to hype up his bf at all times
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She will, but a bit later
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They didn't end up finding the crazy, white-haired lady, but Ain couldn't say he'd been paying much attention to the search. He knew he should be, but he just couldn't help but watch Fenn and his overthinking. Despite having that talk, it was clear Fennrin was still thinking about what that sundering guard had spewed. And it was hard not to notice when Fennrin was now avoiding physical contact with him in public. And yes, Ainreth didn't blame the shadowforger for reacting like this, but it
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Fenn's misadventures are for book 2 worry not 😄😭
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Indeed. At least she's not working for anyone else using them, though
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Yeah that is not cool at all
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Fennrin didn't know what was wrong for a moment, but it was a moment too long. Before he could get over his confusion at Ainreth freezing in the doorway, Ainreth was shooting his light at whoever was inside in the house. But much to Fennrin's shock, the light came flying back at the lightweaver, a strange trill in the air as it did. As Ainreth cried out, grabbing the side of his face where the beam of scorching light had hit him, Fennrin longed to check on him, to make sure he was okay, but
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He's a master of diplomacy, just makes puppy eyes at everyone
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The biggest concern of course
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That would be very funny
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He's definitely doing better than Torryn
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This time it was, you'll see
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He's had a lot of time to reflect to realize he was an ass
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Yes, at long last. Can you believe it
