Elisa-garg's reality. Castle Wyvern. Smells like Christmas.

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It has been a busy night at Castle Wyvern. Much discussing has happened in the dining room, and no one really noticed the quiet little busyness that passed to and fro during the meeting, asking about words on the cookbook pages that she held.

But now the meeting has broken up, patrols have set out, the television jabbers comfortably.

And the kitchen smells really good.

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"Yes." She smiles, her big eyes meeting his. The closed expression's gone from them and they're smiling too now.

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Lex reaches out for a moment, his fingers briefly stroking Icy's hair before he quickly pulls them back, afraid that he's gone too far.

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Her whole face lights up, her brow ridges lifting slightly. "I... you can do that. I... do not mind."

Then she looks at the floor and blushes furiously.

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"I... Okay," Lex says, and reaches out again, running his fingers through her white hair once more.