Fortune's Folly
By SMYGO4EVA
"Ugh, this is just the pits!" Mythril bemoaned, sniffling, sitting on the countertops, far from the humans. Benjamin regarded his fellow fairy, smiling in amusement.
"Well, you managed to drink a whole ale by yourself," Benjamin said, shrugging his shoulders. "It's no wonder you feel sick." He shook his head, crossing his arms.
Mythril sniffed again, swaying, and turned to Benjamin. "Hey, mind your own beeswax! I'm still here, aren't I? I'm standing guard, helping the workshop."
"Looks more like sitting to me." Benjamin said, smiling, arms at his side and moving his feet.
"Hey, you're sitting too!"
Benjamin just laughed out loud. Mythril just plopped himself down on the countertop, using his arm over his eyes like a blindfold.
It came as no surprise to either of them that they do get along.
(A/N: This was my first time writing for Sugar Apple Fairy Tale, so forgive me if there are some character inconsistencies.)
