( aspen has a way of letting confidence change him; where he'd seemed almost hollow a moment ago, affected far too much by smoke and flame, he's in control now. he confidently leafs through his bag to produce a tuft of herbs, linked together by a white cotton cord. it's an offering, though not burnt - he knows fae prefer herbs and flowers intact.
puck seems to be intrigued, leaning forward to take the offering with curiosity. when he realizes what it is, he seems pleased - pleased enough to beckon them closer. rest a while. forget your troubles.
and when aspen draws closer, he sees the soft light of the lantern. he freezes for a brief moment. )
Oh.
( ... oh. the age old question: make a deal with a fae or not? )
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puck seems to be intrigued, leaning forward to take the offering with curiosity. when he realizes what it is, he seems pleased - pleased enough to beckon them closer. rest a while. forget your troubles.
and when aspen draws closer, he sees the soft light of the lantern. he freezes for a brief moment. )
Oh.
( ... oh. the age old question: make a deal with a fae or not? )