the chill is here

They were on their way back fromm the viking gang’s festival market thing. Iroh hadn’t been so sure about all of it, but he’d certainly been privy to quite a bit of interesting items and customs he had no idea of before. Mortals were fascinating. He was ready to get home though, and trotted along eagerly when he heard Banshee’s call. Iroh couldn’t help but admit he had enjoyed being in her company, and knowing she called for him made his heart flutter. The boy shook it off. He told Pyrrhic that he would catch up and raced towards the girl’s call.

He saw her strolling down the dark sand and didn’t hesitate to burst from the forest and race to her side. His stride was long, and much more graceful even than the firefly festival. He was slowly growing into his body. ”Banshee!” He called out as he came skidding to a halt in the sand beside her. He had enough foresight to figure she wouldn’t much appreciate being tackled into the chilly water.