Meetings
The old hermit gave a warm, compassionate smile as he handed Koschei piece of bread.
"I've heard quite a lot about you, Master Oakdown. Young Master Lungbarrow has made it his mission to share the tales of your friendship every time he visits."
Koschei munched on his bread. "Theta talks about me?" he asked, crumbs popping out of his mouth.
"Oh yes." The old man, still smiling, reached for his steaming cup. "Only good things of course. It leads me to assume that you are a fine young man. In fact, more than fine… amazing would be the right word."
Koschei blushed. "He's told me about you too. Ever since the first story he told me of the Fendahl, I wanted to meet you."
"And here we are, under the same tree, in the same side of the world." He held out his pot. "Tea?"
"Please," Koschei said, holding out his empty cup.
Theta, who was watching from where he was collecting herbs of the Hermit's food, smiled. It was about time he got his two best friends to meet.
There you all are. Just some pointless fluff, for your enjoyment. Heat for three seconds and stir well.
On a serious note… I'm thinking of drawing this to a close. I'll wait until Christmas of course (don't think for a second I would let Theta forget to tell Kos about Christmas), but the end is near.
So, if you have anymore ideas, let me have them. You guys are my muses, and I want to satisfy you in every way. :)