"I think he does," Felih murmurs. "Some folk say he sends people gifts. That he knows little things about them, even if they've never spoken. He must be watching over them from the tower, somehow," he explains, before swishing his tail a few times, ears perking up as he catches the scent of the fish.
"I'd rather just go. If he's not going to tell us anything, why should we owe him the courtesy?" Felih huffs, sulking slightly and letting his chin rest back on the arm of the chaise.
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Date: 2020-11-09 05:46 am (UTC)"I'd rather just go. If he's not going to tell us anything, why should we owe him the courtesy?" Felih huffs, sulking slightly and letting his chin rest back on the arm of the chaise.