Nithel still sits and does the same thing.
Then it occurs to him that he didn’t finish passing out food. Maybe the wolf-girl wanted some… And the dragon.

*doesn’t move yet, though*

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*was worried the castle was going to do something to them again*

@this-is-not-an-alien @irishcelticredflowercrown @joelle-stone @skylarynn @crazywrite…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

Eck? Nithel? Leaving?!

😄

…I like it!

Okay… Good.

*starts planning how to remove Nithel/then re-drop him*

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@joelle-stone

Thank you!
<3

about Nithel (sry for the late response)

You’re fine!
And alright… *rolls fingers together* Muah ha ha…

Way to make Malvat more suspicious and hostile…

*grins, then look…[Read more]

Hello Everyone!

@this-is-not-an-alien @irishcelticredflowercrown @joelle-stone @skylarynn @crazywriter @millennium

I’ve been thinking, for a week or two, about changing out Nithel. Or at least changing his age.

Where he is now is about a year after he came to the world, and is still naive to everything, and learning.
Would it be alright if I…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

Poor Alessio. <3

And thank you! (Yeah. <3 *small smile*)

Nithel watched Alessio and the girl some, but also closed his eyes. Thinking. Still stunned by the pain of Man, and all that happened.

He was glad that Alessio cared so much for her. But he flamed inside that one had hurt him, like one had the girl. But he remained silent now, feeling that all his talking had done more harm than good. So he’d…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

Alessio. <3

Nithel has thoughts, but keeps his mouth shut now, still standing a bit behind Alessio, believing his friend’s answer will be far better for the girl.

Nithel felt the tension rising like a flame. Rising beneath the surface compressing, compressing. He straightened a bit more, mind racing. A simple conversation. Alessio.

Nithel’s chest burns but he makes himself stay calm. He doesn’t want to be standing behind Jericho, it meant he blessed her; that he believed and agreed with everything she…[Read more]

As she laughed, Nithel didn’t smile at all. His eyes so serious.

Born yesterday. A common thing said to him. He looked at her face, his brows crunching, feeling old again. For just a moment thinking. *thoughts* *is still waiting for the dragon to jump in and silence this*

His gaze didn’t waver, pain in his chest, but resolve and love in his…[Read more]

The dragon growled, gaze fixed on Nithel’s. Nithel held it, not looking away and strong.

“Nothing that means anything to you, human,” the dragon’s tone was without emotion, trying to end the subject. But could easily have been bitter. With a bit of imagination.

Nithel’s eyes softened, though still guarded, chest hurting. But it does mean som…[Read more]

At the dragon’s words, Nithel looked to him. Nithel’s face was serious, almost set in stone. Now he pitied the dragon, “I am sorry.” Softly, he looked at Malvat’s gray eyes, his forehead wrinkled. More pain in his chest, then he looked back to the girl. The sadness in her face apparent.

“I see. Then – I suppose He will send me – somewhere bad. W…[Read more]

After Nithel had the patch, about the size of an adult’s hand, torn, he moved toward her on his knees, about to dip it in the water and hand it to her. But as his eyes touched her, she looked like she was going to burst. Questions spilling and jumping inside her more than the water.

She leaned forward, hoping, yet timid. Excited, but wary and…[Read more]