// finishing up a project and i will reward myself by rewriting my reply from varka to flins fml and then more fun on illuga.................................................

(Resting in his lantern... for the next week or two, perhaps.)

Oh?

Heh. They say that Nod-Krai is a sojourner's land. Should you strike up a chat with just about anyone around Nasha Town, you would certainly discover the truth in that statement. ... However... isn't it strange? I've grown accustomed to a warmer climate.

Snezhnaya...

⊱··𖤓─·𖥸·─𖤓··⊰ 𝒜𝒾𝓃𝑜 - 𝐹𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝒦𝓇𝓊𝓂𝓀𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝒶𝒻𝓉𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓅 "𝒟𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒷𝑜𝓂𝒷!!" "𝐼𝒻 𝐼𝓃𝑒𝒻𝒻𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒾𝓉, 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉."

(It was not Flins' intention to ignore or shut Illuga out of the conversation. Keenly aware that the Lightkeeper behind him was both anxious and mortified, he could unfortunately do little to remedy the situation until Dottore made his leave. Please hang in there, Young Master. +

Your sage wisdom is most appreciated, my good Doctor. I am certain Master Illuga will take these recommendations to heart. (Flins is suddenly found standing between Dottore and Illuga, a polite and placating smile thrown the former's way.) I hope I am not too late to participate in your survey. +

// JP faelight artists go so insanely hard for this ship i'm fed well every single day of my life holy shit

// oh sylas made a jing yuan oh no oh no oh no oh no THAT'S TEMPTATION NO I DO NOT PERCEIVE

// i have a monstrous headache but i'll be here later

I see that it is growing dark outside, and my patrol will begin soon.

𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦? ... 𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘦...?

... I see.

... If you manage to best me in this contest, Master Illuga, I would be most surprised.

Ah, I understand. My prize is having a partner.

Do I win a prize for being first, I wonder?

?

... (Ah... this was...) Now you've went and done it, Young Master. (... This was...) I never took you to be such a sore loser. Are you quite satisfied with yourself? (......... This was..............) I do hope you are prepared to face the consequences of your actions. +

(In the face of the Young Master's ire, Flins 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 have been cautionary. He had gone and revealed part of his powers - there was always the chance for humankind to turn him away, no matter who it was, no matter his relationship with them - but he could sense that wasn't why Illuga was angry. +

(The finish line was in sight - and the victor of this battle was long already decided. Two of his balloons landed on their marks, drenching Illuga 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺. With glee, Flins watched as his human stripped himself of his wet coat - and with both his guard down and mind on other matters, +

Oh... (For a fraction of a second, Flins observed the incoming balloon with great interest. Hehe, Illuga was getting serious about this, hm? The ancient power slumbering within him surged, successfully riled up by the Young Master's determination. He twirled around the projectile with ease, +

// if varka joined in the water balloon fight i fear what might happen

(Flins dodged the balloon with the grace of a dancer, his hair fluttering like wisps of flame around him. Reaching behind his back again, he drew out another balloon.) I am not the sort of nasty predator who would corner a poor nightingale with an unfair advantage. +

Oh, many things, certainly. (Flins held his position for a brief moment - not conjuring any more balloons after the first one hit its mark. This was hardly a fair match, now was it? Before Illuga turned back around, Flins quickly produced a bucket full of balloons, hoisted out of his lantern +

// bed time. goodnight friends

If you have time for questions - (Another balloon magically appears. And another... Both thrown in rapid succession.) - then I must not be keeping your feet busy enough, Master Illuga!

(A sinister grin stretches over his lips as his eyes darken. From seemingly out of nowhere - in other words, from the lantern clipped behind his back - he brings out a lone water balloon filled to the brim. ... And throws it. At Illuga.)

(Ah, his Young Master was simply too cute to resist.) Yes.

(There's that smile again.) It sounds like a wonderful time. Don't you think so?

Too specific? Did Miss Columbina not mention balloons mere moments ago?

(Hahaha... Flins isn't letting this one go. Do your best, Master Illuga!) I beg to differ. If it sparks joy, why would it not be considered good? (Without missing a beat.) My, you are working up quite the sweat over this matter, Young Master. Unfortunately, I've brought no drinking water today. +

One minor correction if I may, Young Master. It brought me your reaction - which, in my eyes, is 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 good.

As expected of my Young Master. Truly, there is no one that understands my habits better. Well? What do you believe it is that I wish to 'get'?

(Presses a hand to his chest, mock-offended.) Ah. Does the Young Master not like it when I smile? My sincerest apologies...

... (Smiling politely.)

Is something the matter?

(Did Miss Columbina say 'balloons'? Luckily for him, he'd had front row seats that evening. If there was to be a round two... Hmm. Master Illuga, drenched from head to toe, his sweater clinging to the outline of his chest muscles, having to take off his coat... Hmmmmm...)

// 4.2 done. sunday COME HERE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I'M ADOPTING YOU

@dawnbearer.bsky.social (Kisses his forehead after tucking him into bed.)

// i know i'm tired when my writing quality reduces and i don't notice until after i hit send omg

// bed time. goodnight

Hah.

At first, Flins stood beside him, rapt as his eyes scanned over the blueprint design. Illuga was no master architect, but even a novice could strike gold with the right vision - and for their purposes, it was perfect. Their shared home... Flins was not an Augury Bird, but he could envision it +

// me: *does anything at all other than write replies* flins somewhere in the back of my brain: where is young master illuga i wish to see him

// played through some of HSR 4.1 suddenly want to write dan heng again what is my life

// will be busy with work for a bit but i plan to be here later

One must take utmost care during transport as to not break these fragile gems. I am certain the auctioneer will walk away a very rich man if his bidders have any knowledge worth their Mora.