If one had asked him just yesterday what the longest moment in his life was, Kenny would have easily said that it was without a doubt after his father had caught him stealing his ale money for a gift for Karen and sitting in his room awaiting punishment. Now? Now it was no doubt being caught in a never-ending gaze with a creature from another world. Kenny couldn't read his expression for the life of him, a mix of panic and fear and bewilderment that he was more than sure that he was mirroring.

He didn't know how to proceed. Back away slowly? Just turn and run? He bit his lip, he knew that was no good. He'd seen this creature move, and it was fast. Far too fast for Kenny to have so much as a prayer of ever outrunning it.

The fairy's face suddenly turned from shock to a snarl, moving back to swiftly hop back into his ring and bending down, swooping up his bow and an arrow from his quiver and pulling the hemp taut.

Kenny yelped, falling out of the bush and scrambling back onto his feet, holding his hands up at the infuriated fairy in defense. "Don't shoot!" he begged. "I didn't know, I didn't know!"

The redhead narrowed his eyes, keeping the arrow strung and aimed, hand quivering with the need to slacken the tension.

Kenny gulped, looking around desperately. He sure as hell didn't know this thing's language, his tongue probably sounded just as much of gibberish as the other's had to him. His gaze landed back on the tensed fairy, seeing his wings snapping back against his back tensely. "I promise," he said slowly, shaking his head. "I wasn't going to hurt you. Please. Don't," he pleaded, hoping at least his tone was getting through to him at the very least.

Suspicion still rang clearly on the redhead's face, a long, steady breath seeping through his nose. He gulped, jerking his head backwards. Kenny blinked in confusion, the fairy rolling his eyes and repeating the gesture, obviously at the end of his patience. The tailor weighed his options. An arrow was far faster than he was, so running wasn't going to do him a damn bit of good. If he talked his way out, he might have a shot. There was no way around it. He kept his hands up, shakily taking a step forward towards the bushes, twisting to get through the branches and come out onto the other side, looking at the shorter adversary across the way and biting his lip.

The fairy kept his guard up, nose scrunching a bit and tilting his head back in the slightest. Kenny quirked his brow at the clear sound of him softly sniffing the air before sharp green eyes landed on him again, scanning him up and down. He stopped, lip curling and his bow being redirected to his hip, a warning growl breaking from his slender throat.

Kenny looked down where he was gesturing, towards his sewing pouch and his face dropped. "Oh shit," he muttered. He forgot all about it. He kept one hand up, the other genially sliding down and undoing the tie keeping the bag in place. "It's okay," he said cautiously, holding up the pouch and letting it flip down, seeing pure fear raging through those green eyes at the array of iron pins and needles. "I just… forgot I had them," Kenny assured him. "I'm sorry, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you…" he flipped the pack shut and threw it back behind him blindly, closing his eyes for a moment at the sound of it smacking against a tree trunk and groaning under his breath. Hopefully he could find it again. Most of his supply was kept in that damn thing. Not to mention he lost his one defense. Why hadn't he thought of bringing a damn sword?

Kenny reopened his eyes, taking a shaking breath as the tension on the bow was slackened in the slightest, the creature still staring at him warily.

'Keep talking,' Kenny goaded himself on. "I'm Kenny," he drawled. "I'm human," he gestured to himself, eyes widening in a plea for an understanding. "Human," he repeated, "Not… bad. Won't… hurt," he worked out. The shorter the better. Gentle tone. Keep it simple, don't freak out. That had to be his only chance. He kept his eyes wide, waiting for some kind of a reply, seeing the bewildered contortion of the creature's face and cringing. Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best of tactics.

"I know you are human," a strong voice finally broke from the fairy, Kenny straightening back up in shock. "Are you one of the stupid ones?" he demanded.

"I… I…" He fumbled, jaw quaking. "You can understand me?" he squeaked.

They slowly brought their bow down, still watching him cautiously but relinquishing the pull and letting his arrow droop from his finger. "Yes, or I would have already attacked you," he said simply, eyeing him up and down. "Why are you following me?" he snapped.

"I'm not, I'm not…" Kenny paused, hands dropping and raising a shoulder lazily. "Well… not… exactly," he winced. "I… I just heard that this place was here and I wanted to see if you were…" he trailed off, posture slumping a bit. No matter how he phrased this, he'd come out sounding like a stalking lunatic. "I'm really sorry," he whispered guiltily. "I swear I was only curious."

He seemed to soften at the word, blinking at him rapidly and taking a shaking breath, Kenny noticing for the first time how much the redhead was quivering in his place. He couldn't blame him; he wasn't exactly faring any better. The fairy sniffed the air again, gulping and nodding briskly to himself. "You are not…" he paused, looking for his words, "going to… hurt me?" he repeated worriedly.

"No, no, no," he insisted. "I promise. Please just… d-do you want me to… go now?" he asked with a wince, knowing that his bow was still easily accessible and ready to go.

He tongued over his lips, wings flittering behind him nervously and eyes darting around. "No," he whispered shyly.

"Okay then can you… put the bow away?" he requested, biting his lip at a slim hand clutching tightly around the yew once more, trembling in its tension. "I got rid of my needles… it's only fair," he reminded him.

The fairy blinked, considering his words for a moment, eyes narrowing confusedly. "Needles?" he repeated.

"The metal I threw back there," he clarified, jerking his thumb back towards his discarded pouch.

"Ah," he nodded. He sniffed the air a final time before backing up and tossing his bow and arrow into the ring, turning back to face him head-on. They stared at one another in silence, both of them trying to comprehend the magnitude of the situation they'd found themselves in. Their eyes locked, Kenny noting a gleam of something new in the fairy's wide eyes, now bereft of fear and malice, and it brought a long breath of relief out of his constricted lungs. The redhead tongued over his lips, crossing his arms self-consciously as he seemed to struggle for his words. "What are you called?" he finally worked out.

"Kenny," he repeated.

"Ohh," he said, straightening up and eyes flickering with understanding. "Kenny," he repeated, letting the foreign name roll off of his tongue, smiling softly to himself. "I thought that was some strange word I did not know."

He shrugged, "Well I mean… in a way it is?" The creature grinned wider for the briefest of moments, Kenny relaxing with the small gesture. "What about you?"

"Kylenove'ia," he answered.

Kenny blinked. "Ky…lenaviah?" he tried.

He snorted at the pitiable attempt, "Most of my people call me Kyle," he suggested.

"Okay, Kyle. Much easier," he laughed softly, running a hand through his hair. He glanced up as Kyle took a cautious step forward, head cocking in curiosity. "I don't bite," he promised with a smirk.

The redhead gulped, moving closer and walking around him, eyes scanning up and down his form in fascination. "Dane'al, de'aikopia lomeli," he whispered, Kenny watching him bewilderedly. Kyle stopped at his back, lightly poking his shoulder blade and humming, a wide grin settling onto a brightening face. "Camirethal'ae de noti!" he exclaimed, standing on his toes and tugging down the back of Kenny's tunic sharply. The blonde yelped, nearly losing his balance before Kyle caught the back of his head to keep him upright, staring at his bare back studiously. "Nothing," he murmured, shaking his head to himself amusedly.

"Can you let go, Kyle?" Kenny forced out. "You're kinda choking me!"

The fairy snapped his head up, embarrassment flooding his face as he quickly relinquished his collar and took a small step back, fingers fiddling shyly. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, looking down at the ground. "I have never seen a human so close."

Kenny turned, rubbing the front of his throat and laughing softly. "Well I've never seen a fairy up close, so we're even."

He glanced back up at him, head cocking. "Fairy?"

He shrugged, gesturing towards him. "Ya know… one of you guys. With the wings and stuff," he flapped his hands in front of him in emphasis.

Kyle's face contorted lightly, nose scrunching. "Fairy," he repeated. "What an odd word."

"Well… what are you really called?" he blinked.

"It depends on what part you ask of," he elaborated slowly. "My tribe is called fater'talei. But if you mean all tribes of all lands, we are faterianea."

Kenny narrowed his eyes in concentration, "Fateri…anea?" he tried, getting a smile and nod from Kyle that made him brighten with the success. He paused, staring at him curiously, "So, how exactly can you understand me? Since I have no idea some of the stuff you said," he chuckled.

Kyle's face reddened again, clearing his throat and tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "I have… found many of your books," he chose his word carefully. "And much of your papers have been left by the trees," he gestured around.

He nodded, impressed. "So, you taught yourself how to speak it?"

"Yes. Well… and I have heard many of you when you come into the trees," he shrugged. "And well… in a… village," he mumbled.

A grin split across the tailor's face. "Ah, so you are the toy thief," he declared, watching Kyle's face go pale and chuckling. "I saw you last week."

Kyle paused, raising his brow. He remembered quite vividly being caught, the pure unbridled terror he'd felt before a darkened figure tried tripping over themselves, stumbling and slurring over words. He'd hid in the tree tops for hours in fear of being followed, barely making it home before dawn cracked and his family had found out his absence. "Were you who yelled at me?" he blinked. "And nearly fell over?"

He snorted, "Well. I may have been a wee bit drunk."

"Drunk?" he narrowed his eyes.

Kenny looked up for another phrasing, "Um… I drank a lot of alcohol."

His nose scrunched again thoughtfully, looking towards the ground with a hum. "I believe I read of that. Something of a drink of… evel?" he tried.

"Evil," he corrected with a small laugh. Kyle pouted. Fooled by a misprint. "And, that depends on who you ask. Keep yourself under control and it ain't so bad," he waved it off, pushing the stampeding thoughts of his father into the back of his mind. This matter was far more important than that sack of shit could ever be in Kenny's eyes and it deserved every ounce of his attention. "You guys don't have alcohol?" he asked.

Kyle shook his head. "We have only water and… um… the cooking of the leaves," he winced. "We call it namial."

He grinned, "We call it tea."

"Tea," he repeated, waiting for Kenny's approving nod and grinning, feeling at ease with the being in front of him, despite the excited pounding of his heart. Years of watching them from afar had culminated into this moment, a chance encounter he'd been hoping would come his way. But he was no fool, he'd lucked out with someone like Kenny meeting him as opposed to a potential threat. He cocked his head slightly, "How did you find me?"

Kenny took his turn for his face to blossom with color, scratching at his hair awkwardly. "I… I heard a rumor that your little magic ring was here," he jerked his thumb back towards the arranged fungi. "So I just had to come see it for myself and if there was someone like you with it."

A small smirk crawled across Kyle's face. "Magic? What about it is magic?"

Kenny blinked, "Well… I heard it's made by fairies… faterianea… whatever. Stories are that you guys make them by dancing around," he waved his hands dramatically.

The redhead burst out into loud laughter, covering his mouth with his hand and shaking his head. "Oh, Tav'nokana, preita. Salae na mal." He looked up at Kenny's embarrassment and chuckled a bit more. "No, there is no dancing," he assured him. "It is not even magic. It is just how I mark where I keep my things," he gestured to the piles of junk.

Kenny looked between him and the ring and hiked his brow, "But… but how are they blue?" he insisted.

Kyle snorted, walking up and tugging his sleeve along the way, leading him towards the ring and kneeling down beside a small, new budding mushroom. Kenny raised his brow, dropping down beside him and staring at the newly formed ivory plant. He watched as Kyle reached into his belt, pulling a small glass vial from the confines of the fabric and uncorking a shaved piece of bark from the mouth. Kenny narrowed his eyes, seeing a pulpy substance the same vivid shade of blue as the mushrooms themselves and Kyle smirked. He turned slightly and held it up towards Kenny's face, eyes wide and observant. "Smell," he insisted.

The blonde blinked, but genially took the vial and did as told. He could catch a faint whiff of a floral aroma, humming softly. "Smells nice?" he shrugged.

Kyle made a thoughtful sound, taking the container back and cocking his head. "Is it not so… uh… potent to you?"

He shook his head, "Nah. Pretty subtle compared t' some of the stuff I work with," he snorted.

The fairy grinned. "You cannot smell as well as we can. Excellent," he claimed.

Kenny stared at him amusedly, "How is that 'excellent'?"

He shrugged innocently, "I have always wondered, but I have never had the chance to ask." He turned back to the new bloom and tilted the vial slightly onto his index finger, both of them watching the thick substance slivering down the glass tube towards his waiting digit. "My friend makes me this," Kyle informed him. "So I can smell my way back to my ring and do not lose my bearings."

"Huh," he nodded slowly, moving to sit cross-legged and leaning his cheek into his palm. He watched intensely as Kyle brought a small amount of the blue down at last, dotingly rubbing his coated finger over the monochromatic mushroom. "Wow," he murmured, the hue spreading atop the plant like veins.

"They absorb it very well," Kyle commented casually, finishing his work and recapping his vial. He wiped his finger off on the grass and tucked the glass back into his beltline. "And it does not hurt them."

Kenny hummed, "And do you grow them? I've never seen mushrooms that pop up in a circle," he gestured around.

Kyle blushed lightly, "Well… yes. With some seeds I… borrow from another of my friends."

"You're just a thief no matter where you go, huh?" Kenny teased.

The redhead crossed his arms and looked off to the other side of the patch. "If it is beneficial, then I believe it outweighs my actions."

He snorted, "Hey, no judgment here…" he trailed off, taking Kyle's distraction as an opportunity to stare at his wings. They were much thicker than they'd looked from a distance, the cartilage making a prominent rim surrounding them. It looked almost like flesh, stretched thin with a multitude of veins creeping through them like spider webs. They weren't like Meryl's book had declared at all, no faceted appearance and not nearly as glistening as he'd made them out to be. The green was far darker when folded atop one another, sprouting from between bony shoulder blades and popping through the back of his tunic. The tailor smirked to himself, noting the unique, loose design of the fabric, the hole large enough to trail down his spine and come to a stop at the small of his back. A simple, loose knot rested against the base of his neck to hold the wrapped fabric together, the entire design something intriguing and vintage to the modernized seamster.

Kyle turned, seeing Kenny entranced with his appendages and smirking, moving one independently and watching Kenny's eyes following it in astonishment. He raised it slightly, bobbing the movement to keep him enthralled before rearing it back and smacking Kenny's upper arm, laughing at him jerking back in shock and looking back at his face with wide eyes. "If you are so interested, you can say something," he teased.

Kenny smiled sheepishly, "Sorry. They're just so… different," he breathed. "Can I… uh," he frowned embarrassedly.

The fairy rolled his eyes amusedly and nodded, turning a bit so his back faced him. Kenny perched up a bit, scooting towards him and gently gripping one of them. "Wow," he murmured, smiling at his astute observation. It was skin, stretched so thin and smoothly that even the barest of touch against one's cheek couldn't compare to the sensation. It was surprisingly light, Kenny lifting it slightly and seeing muscles of Kyle's back moving along with the motions. He could clearly make out the lines of his own hand through the substance not obscured by scribbling veins. "How well do you fly?" he asked dreamily.

"Um, that depends on who you ask," Kyle shrugged.

"Well I'm asking you."

He snorted, "Well I am more built for speed. Some other faterian are better at distance. Depends on your job."

"How does your job make you faster?" Kenny cocked his brow, smirking as he lightly trailed the back of his fingernail over the joint connecting the wings to his back where the green faded into his skin tone, racking a ticklish shudder through the small redhead.

Kyle cleared his throat, "I tend to put myself in danger more than needed, so I need a quick escape."

Kenny nodded, "Yeah I was fuckin' terrified of how fast you were when I saw you fly back the other night," he laughed.

Kyle looked back over his shoulder and cocked an amused brow, "Apparently not too terrified. Since you came to find me."

"Curiosity will be the death of me," he admitted sheepishly.

He laughed softly, "Well, you and I both." Kenny let go of his wing and Kyle turned back around, both of them staring at one another, still just beyond lost in awe of their circumstance. "You are nothing like my people say, Kenny," Kyle said softly.

"What do they say?" he asked.

"That you are killers," he shrugged. "You want nothing more than to hurt for gain."

Kenny's lips twisted, "Well… there are definitely some people out there like that, Dude. But… I'm sure there's some pretty sick and horrible fairies out there, too, right?" He watched, face falling concerned as a flicker of grim anger flashed across Kyle's profile before he quickly shed it and went back to staring at the blonde brightly. "Why would you be out here if your people tell you that, though? Seems like a hell of a risk if they turned out t' be right," he commented.

Kyle scratched at a tuft of hair behind his scarf, "I never believed that your people were so cruel. Just… stupid," he said innocently.

Ken snorted, "Gee. Thanks."

His face fell, "No. No I don't mean stupid I just can't… uh…" he looked up, fingers clenching as he searched for the words. Kenny watched him with a lopsided grin, eager to see just how he'd try to backtrack out of this one. "You… you do not care for… how things are," he worked out carefully. "You only want to press forward," he rolled his hands in front of him. "Do you understand?" he winced.

Kenny laughed, "We're progressive. Yeah, I get that. But that's just how it goes for us. Don't your people 'press forward'?" he quoted.

Kyle shook his head, "We have no room to do so. And those that want to are… well… it is not a good time for them," he murmured, green eyes glazing over exhaustively.

"You're one of 'em, huh?" Kenny asked, shrugging at the surprise flittering through his expression. "Trust me, not all people want to go forward either. 'Specially the older generation. Change scares the shit out of 'em. Not much happens in my village but when it does, I guarantee there's gonna be crotchety ol' Mrs. Grady out there yellin' about it," he snorted.

"Are they your leader?" he asked quietly.

He shook his head, "Nah. We don't really have a leader. Not in town anyway. There's some council farrrrr away that makes our rules, but the closest we got to a town leader is our clerks. But they don't have much say in how we live."

"Amazing," he murmured in admiration. "We are built on every word from our leaders. Our kiantri is the one who keeps us together."

Kenny hummed, "Well, there's some kings and noblemen in other cities and lands or whatever," he waved dismissively. "I'm guessing that if you live in the same town as them, you follow their rules to the letter, but I can't say. I've been in my village all my life," he shrugged.

Kyle nodded sympathetically, letting out a long sigh. "I wish I knew how my home would be without our laws. You seem as though you are fine despite not having them."

He snorted, "Well, I wouldn't go that far. We still have laws and we have our jail and whatnot, but not many people are in there. But that's human nature, Man. We can be assholes but we can get along if we have to. We just want to punch each other in the face a lot more often than we should. Hence why we have the alcohol," he winked.

"Hm," he mused, letting the thought linger over him. "Humans are so… fascinating," he murmured shyly.

"We're really not," he said dryly. "We're not the magic ones," he gestured to the redhead.

He pouted, "I believe all creatures hold some form of magic. Humans as well."

Kenny hitched his brow, "Oh? Like?"

"Your ability to adapt," he shrugged. "The way you all change as a group… it is much more interesting than the same spells my people have done since the beginning of our time."

He smirked, "That's not magic, Kyle. That's just goddamn nature."

"Nature holds its own magic," he said quietly. "My tribe is very reliant on what the land holds. Without it, we would fall, just as your own people," he reminded him. "Seasons change, flowers bloom and die and are reborn again," he said softly, looking down and playing a blade of grass between thin fingers. "Trees live several lifetimes and grow their own fruit," he gestured towards the mulberries surrounding them. "I believe there is something in that, don't you?" he smiled shyly.

The blonde blinked before his lips curled into a smile, "Wow. Yeah, I guess there is," he laughed breathlessly. "See, when humans say magic, they mean just… unnatural," he shrugged.

"My magics are natural," he raised his brow. "Perhaps not to you, but to my people. Many of us can perform spells right after we learn to speak."

He nodded, "All about perspective I s'pose. Lot of my people would probably call what you can do 'evil' t' be honest," he winced.

Kyle frowned, "Do you believe that? You have not really even seen me do anything with my magic."

He shook his head, "Nah. I don't think you are. If you were, ya would've dragged me back to Fairyland to experiment on me or somethin'," he wriggled his fingers, getting another smile to break on Kyle's face. "'Sides, I think different is a good thing," he remarked. "Ya live starin' at the same shit for so long and hatin' it and change is more than welcome," he drawled.

The fairy nodded in agreement, "I feel the same… and you are the biggest change I have ever had," he admitted softly.

"Same to you, Dude," he chuckled. "Difference was you knew my kind existed, I wasn't sure 'bout you till now."

He laughed and nodded again, "Well, now you know…" he paused, biting his lip. "Kenny… will you promise to… keep this… a secret?" he winced, gesturing between the both of them.

Kenny blinked, ignoring the excitement he'd been feeling at the prospect of telling Karen all about this encounter. "I mean, yeah no problem. But why?"

"Because like you said, other humans may find my kind to be evil," he said sadly. "I cannot risk my people with that. There is a reason so few of us leave the burrow, and why many faterian are not happy that I continue to do so," he pouted. "So… please. Do not say anything."

He nodded firmly, "I understand, Dude. I won't say a word. I promise."

Kyle smiled gently, "Thank you. But also… can we… meet again?" he winced.

Kenny nodded vigorously, probably looking far too excited with the prospect, but he'd been waiting over a decade and a half for an opportunity like this, he wasn't about to let it slip through his fingers. "Yes, absolutely!" he nearly shouted in the redhead's face.

Kyle blinked at the enthusiasm before breaking into laughter, "Good, I am glad that I am not overstepping lines."

The tailor shook his head, "Not at all, Dude. I have so much to ask you about. Probably way more than you want to deal with," he snorted.

"Well, same to you," he joined him. "I really think-" he paused, eyes widening before a soft glow emitted from his back, both of them turning to see his wings taking on a ghastly shade and he groaned, leaning his head back exhaustively. "Ritavi, preita. Chal lae'ia notivec," he whined before tilting his head back down and smiling apologetically. "I have to go before they send someone for me," he explained, moving back onto his feet and helping the human scramble up as well. He hopped back into his ring and snagged the pile of toys, looking around and humming in thought. Kenny cocked his head, watching him as he flapped his wings to jump and soar over the bushes and towards a large tree. He held his treasures to the bark, murmuring to himself and his hands picking up that glow again.

Kenny gulped, waiting for him to finish placing his items in the tree and pull his hands back out, nonchalantly dusting off and moving himself back towards the remainder of his collection. "So… what is that exactly?" he gestured to the storage.

Kyle blinked, looking between him and the tree. "Oh. It is just the easiest way for me to keep them hidden. I cannot exactly bring home all of them," he rolled his eyes dramatically. "A bit too obvious as to what I am doing." Kenny snorted, nodding in agreement. He watched as Kyle knelt down with his two bags, starting to carefully pick up his glass shards and stick them into one and moving down beside him.

"Do the books go in this one?" he asked, pointing to the waiting satchel. Kyle blinked again and nodded, Kenny snagging it and starting to carefully stow away his papers.

Kyle grinned shyly, "Thank you."

"No problem," he waved him off. "So what's with the glass?"

"I collect it for the kiantri," he responded quietly. "It is one of the only ways to get out of the burrow without being followed."

"Glass fetish, huh?" he smirked.

"What?" he cocked his brow at him.

Kenny waved his hand dismissively, finishing carefully putting the last paper in place and slipping the top flap back over the bag. "You really like to read, huh?" he chuckled, weighing the bag a bit.

He shrugged sheepishly, "Not much else to do for me… I am really only supposed to read, not much else."

The blonde cocked his head, "What? Why?"

Kyle let out a long breath through his nose, snagging his quiver and bow from behind him and slipping them up over a pair of wings to slide over his head. He gently took the satchel of books from Kenny and repeated the motion. "It is… a very long story," he said tiredly.

"Well, next time," Kenny shrugged.

He smirked, "Trust me, it is not very interesting."

The blonde laughed, "Kyle, you could just tell me what you had for breakfast and I'd be interested as shit."

The fairy grinned, snatching his glass bag from the ground and placing it over his shoulder, his wings all popping outwards and Kenny watching in astonishment yet again. "When can we meet again?" Kyle asked softly.

"Any day so long as it's around this time," he gestured towards the setting sun. "I can't get outta work sooner than evenin'."

Kyle nodded slowly. "All right. We will try tomorrow, when the sky first has darkness… You humans measure time by… hour. Right?"

"Right," he nodded back.

"Oh good. At least that is similar enough," he snorted. "Then if one of us does not come within a half of an hour, the other should just assume they could not get here."

He grinned, "Good plan. Tomorrow then."

"Tomorrow," he repeated, lifting off the ground, wings fluttering behind him rapidly. He raised himself to Kenny's eye level and smiled excitedly. "Until then, Kenny," he said before turning and swiftly making way over the bushes, darting between trees and out of sight.

Kenny watched after him in awe, lips quirked upward and heart beating excitedly once again. It was surreal, standing in the rosy shade of the setting sun, reeling from the experience. Everything he'd imagined from his youth was wrong, but he couldn't be happier that such was the case. Kyle was something entirely new, vastly different from his humdrum existence. And apparently he was the same for the redhead, wondering if he had looked as thrilled to meet him as Kyle did towards himself.

The blonde glanced down at the new mushroom that Kyle had painted, smiling fondly at the array of color now fully spread over the dome and sighing contentedly. He made his way out of the thicket, spotting his leather sewing pouch right off lying against the tree it had victimized. He leaned down to snag it, making a mental note to leave it at the shop the next night. Clutching it to his chest, body shaking with the thrill of it all, he began his long journey towards home, and towards the agonizing wait for tomorrow to come.