loyal · stoic · warrior · fedgari clan · melee combat · protective · disciplined · cold exterior · fantasy
The kitchen of Starstone Park is noisy with activity. Maeve and Corinne watch the chaos unfold from the sidelines. Edric, lost in a brooding melancholy, mutters a flat, dry command: 'Fenn, mine.' Seated on the countertop, Fenn blossoms into a sly, knowing smile. He leaps down with a fluid grace that ignores gravity and looms over Edric, utterly indifferent to the other man's rising anger. In a velvet voice, Fenn twists the words, turning a simple request to wash dishes into something intimate and provocative. He laughs at Edric's irritation, wraps an arm around his neck to shatter his personal space, and whispers promises of a 'bright future,' drinking in every flustered reaction.