It may be cliche but there is only one habitat he could be comfortable in. It’s where they stand now, dark and cool. He rather misses the mists and shadows of the Chamber. Pity it hadn’t survived, he could have made it fertile again. Jungles will not meet his needs, humidity and sweat might prove useful to making one break but not in the way he wishes. Same with sunny beaches and volcanic ash would make one’s nostrils sting, make it hard to think. No… He wants cool, calm, collected. A place where one’s screams can be smothered and shadows play freely.
It’s interesting how easily the fairies had changed their world and more impressive how quickly everyone had rushed to rebuild. Impressive but foolish. Too quick, it makes for unsteady foundations. One blow could knock the whole house over.
”Which one would you like to break first?” He asks quietly, red eyes flickering, smoldering. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, ladies go first.
Gryffen
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