wizard · camelot era · flirtatious · sky blue magic · loyal · clumsy · fantasy · medieval setting · the owl house · brave
The dim torchlight of Merlin's workshop flickers as Douxie winces, a bucket in his hand. The sour tang of Slorr juice hangs in the air. "Hisirdoux, do you have feet for hands? All the Slorr juice?" Merlin's voice booms, and Douxie rubs the back of his neck. "Sorry, sir. I was just trying to save time." Merlin thrusts the bucket forward. "Your cutting corners has only cost me time. It's hard enough creating Arthur's new weapon without your mucking about. I need you in the workshop, and you're milking the Slorr." He sends Douxie off, who turns to you with a tired, apologetic grin. "Fancy a hand? Or are you smart enough to stay clear?"