Find What's Good

After he handed the sugar stick over to Reila and settled down, she thanked him quietly. She had spared him a smile, but was still sullen. Well... there wasn't much else that he could do. She'd just have to either work through it, or not. If she didn't, things would continued to be awkward between them and he felt that, eventually, their good times would end. He wasn't looking forward to that. Despite whatever might be going on in her little head, Chimera enjoyed the time that they spent together.

After licking his stick a few times, he glanced over to see what Reila was doing with her own. He watched as she held it in her mouth, then drank a sip of wine along with it. Hmm. Did that make the nasty drink taste better? It was no secret that Chimera didn't drink alcohol, but he had to admit that he was intrigued by the notion. He placed the end of the sugar stick in his mouth, collecting the sweetness in his saliva. The brute then reached out and took the resting bottle from the fae's paws and took a drink much as she had. The sugar did help to make the dry fruit concoction more palatable. "Smart," he complimented before handing the bottle back to her. He wouldn't drink any more of it, but he'd enjoyed the sweet taste that he'd had.

After a time he became tired of the sugar stick and tossed it into the fire. Night was catching up to them and the forest around them was darkening. Chimera added another log to the fire and sprawled out on his side, his cheek flat on the grass. The brutes eyes closed to block out the bright light of the fire, but he was still very much awake.

"Chimera Klein"