[ Felix has reached a state of uneasy peace with himself and the ways he's changed since arriving here, but he still feels a faint twist of jealousy to hear it. ]
It's cloying. Rotten. I don't know how else to describe it, only that I know it when I smell it.
I wouldn't be able to convey it to you without great risk. But—
[ He should really just keep his mouth shut, and leave it at that. He already has his hands full keeping shades out of the slums, and doesn't need the extra trouble of a wyvern to deal with.
But he already has his hands full keeping shades out of the slums, and he really doesn't need the extra trouble of a Cwyld-sick wyvern to deal with. ]
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[ Felix has reached a state of uneasy peace with himself and the ways he's changed since arriving here, but he still feels a faint twist of jealousy to hear it. ]
It's cloying. Rotten. I don't know how else to describe it, only that I know it when I smell it.
I wouldn't be able to convey it to you without great risk. But—
[ He should really just keep his mouth shut, and leave it at that. He already has his hands full keeping shades out of the slums, and doesn't need the extra trouble of a wyvern to deal with.
But he already has his hands full keeping shades out of the slums, and he really doesn't need the extra trouble of a Cwyld-sick wyvern to deal with. ]
Maybe I could convey it to her.