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Started January 27, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Fae rubbed her hands together to keep them warm. "I don't understand how people can sleep in that much! I'm usually up by 6:30 every morning!"

Ahh, congrats!! )

"six?! How are you alive!?" He teased.

Fae shrugged, smiling so broadly she thought her face would split in two. "I help out a lot in the bakery most mornings.", she replied with a laugh. All of a sudden, a small, white feathered dragon shot out of the sky, hitting Cruz in the face with a loud whumph. "Luri!", Fae yelled, doubling over with laughter. The dragon perked up her incredibly long ears. "He's a friend!", she assured, giggling violently.

"Huh!" He breathed in surprise, laughing, "Suddenly I empathize with August," he grinned, gently catching the small dragon with his hands.

Luri growled at him, trying to look threatening, and leaped onto Fae's shoulder protectively, glaring snootily at Cruz with gorgeous black eyes. "Sorry!", Fae apologized, chuckling. "She's a bit over-protective." She stroked Luri with one had, ruffling her elegant white feathers. Luri was about the size of her elbow to the tip of her middle finger fully stretched out, and covered in sleek white feathers, the tips of her ears, primaries, and secondaries black.

"Aye, it's okay." He laughed.

Luri snarled again, although Fae could tell that she was beginning to warm up to him. "Most of my other dragons stay inside of the house and bakery, but Luri's a bit of a… free spirit."

"Ahhh.." he chuckled. "Then we will get along swimmingly."

Luri regarded him disdainfully, and Fae couldn't help but burst into laughter again. They passed by Main Street, which was closed off in preparation for tomorrow's Fair. "Just five more minutes!", Fae said to Cruz, immensely curious about what he'd wanted to tell her back in the shop, but she didn't prod.

"Five more minutes? Fae, it's freezing," he refuted lightly. His cheeks and nose were, like cherries, flustered red with the chill.

"Don't say I didn't warn you!", she replied, immediately feeling bad. "Sorry.", Fae amended, rummaging around in her bag and pulling out a maroon beanie, holding it up victoriously. "You can wear this. Sorry if it's a bit small."

"It looks like vomit," he accepted it, fitting it over his head. Actually… the hat was… quite flattering, to his appearance. A few strands of hair peeked out from under the hem.

"Vomit?", she laughed, secretly thinking that it suited him quite a bit. "It's maroon!" They rounded the corner to the hospital.

"Yeah," he snorted.

Fae grinned back as they approached the hospital, Luri taking flight gracefully from her shoulder, flapping her muscled wings with ease. They slipped inside. "Hi, Irma.", Fae greeted the lady at the front desk warmly. Irma raised one eyebrow, eying Cruz and her. "Who's this?", she asked with a smirk, leaning forward to rest her chin on her fist with a cheeky wink.

Cruz wormed his arm from around Fae's, insides squirming with awkward response at the lady's wry look.

Fae blushed bright red. "I-Irma, this is Cruz. Cruz, Irma." She bit her lip, flustered. "Cruz works at the pottery shop a little ways South of the falls. I, err– got a job there yesterday, so…"

Cruz just nodded along with Fae, grinding his teeth together a little bit whike struggling to keep a nonchalant, aloof expression.

(is Cruz non-magical?)

Irma raised her other eyebrow, graying hair tied back into a bun. "Whatever you say…", she replied, winking suggestively once more. Sorry!, Fae thought hard at Cruz, wishing he could read her mind. "I have a visiting day scheduled with Gran today?", Fae said, trying to move the conversation along. "Yep.", Irma smiled, a teasing glint still twinkling in her blue eye. "The whole floor's waiting for you up there."

Yeah xD )

Cruz's hard-to-spot tension melted off when te subject moved along, shoulders resting back down. He went back for a more subtle holding-of-hands, not so appreciative of the suggestive attention these people were nudging at the two. Even, albeit, if he was guilty of thinking the same things himself. Still embarrassing.

Fae was warmed significantly from the contact of his hand against hers, but she (regrettably) pulled away. "See you tomorrow, then, at twelve.", she smiled at him, ignoring the strange feeling in her stomach.

"'Kay," he exhaled quietly back, "Twelve," he echoed with a nod, lifting a hand to the hat on his head. He decided he liked it, despite his complaint about the color.

Fae shook her head. "You can give it to me tomorrow.", she smiled.