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The Kindling of A New Friendship

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[!] An image of a Feasel was captured using charcoal and ink

 

“What to name you…”

An ‘ame gently played around with his new acquaintance, rustling the leaves before it as the expression on his face gleamed bright with laughter and excitement, for the first time in a while.



 

The Feasel followed the motions of the boy's hand as he dug around in the abundance of leaves of the ground, pruning its spines from time to time as the leaves were caught between them.

 

The ‘ame child squinted his eyes as he laid in front of the animal, in thought as he watched its actions and how it interacted with the environment, releasing a few chuckles of joy as it rolled throughout the dirt.

“Dusty…”

He spoke the name towards the Feasel, watching its expressions

 

Shortly after, the critter stopped playing with the dirt and the leaves to stare at the boy before it, expressionless and still.

 

“No… Rocky?”

 

The Feasel began to curl its lips upwards into a slight smile whilst wiggling its nose towards the oem’ii, a performative dance was soon followed by the animal as it circled around with glee.

 

“Yes, Rocky- you like that don’t you?”

The young elf would laugh as he watched the Feasel dance around in circles, soon after collecting a few assorted berries from a pouch within his satchel, resting them on the ground before the animal.

“Here Rocky, I have collected these for you, I find them tasty, I think you will like them”

 

The dancing stopped as the Feasel began to sniff around the berries, pushing them around with its nose before taking small bites from them. The critter retreated and jumped up and down in enjoyment, rushing back to finish them off.

 

“I knew you would- I will have to forage more of them for you”

The elven boy rose to his feet, scooping up the Feasel as he did so and placing it over his shoulders, heading further down the dirt trail and through the gates of Nevaehlen.

 

A bright journey had just begun for the two companions, A child named Vefrson, and a Feasel named Rocky.

 

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