Is it adventure time yet?

A voice beyond the confines of her den caused the black masked fae to pause. Kismet? She wormed backwards far enough so that she could look over her shoulder at him. Her movements started a small avalanche of snow and as a result, a little mound of it piled up on Warja's head and nose. She sneezed, her head shaking as a result, an some of her snow hat fell to the ground.

What was the question? Oh, if she had lost something. Funny boy. It was a shame her family didn't seem that fond of him. With a straight face, she quipped, "Yeah, my den." She quirked a brow at him. What could he possibly have to say to that? Come on, funny boy. Impress me.



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