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[heosphorus]

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[desypharing]

... but if you hear Greta tell it, I practically burned down the entire field!

[ Sypha 'tsks' dismissively, but not unkindly. She's fond of the woman, truth be told. With a flick of her fingers, sparks take to the kindling in the fireplace, promising to warm the room, and she stretches, satisfied with her retelling of the afternoon's exploits.

The field had been mildly singled, and no crops were harmed in Sypha's accidentally larger than intended burst of flames. The dangers of trying to find applications of her more volatile talents to settling a community, perhaps. She grins at Trevor though, not particularly minding the mischief she'd gotten herself into, and reaches for his hand. ]

But what's this I hear from a mutual acquaintance of ours... [ Alucard. Alucard ratted Trevor out to Sypha, because of course he did. ] ... about you getting into a tussle with some wild rose bushes and leaving with battle scars to show for it?

[heosphorus]

The bushes, [ Trevor says, with no small amount of distaste, ] were clearly possessed.

[ He has the scratches on his arms to show for it. Neatly cleaned and dressed by Alucard, who had insisted, he was a healer's son. And of course the second he'd tended to his patient he ran off to tell Sypha. Trevor opens an eye from where he'd been sitting, listening, nodding, interjecting with mm-hmms. The little things to let Sypha barrel onwards; Trevor's learnt by now to go with the flow, this current doesn't tolerate him swimming against it. ]

[ He blinks at her as she takes his hand, mouth tugging up. The absent, instinctive affection that answers Sypha every time she's near is still... a surprise, sometimes, even if Trevor's already been willing to give it a name and shout it from the rooftops. That it exists and it's as determined as it is. (And that she has to go along with him on it, for Once.) ]

Can we go back to your day? It was a lot more interesting.

[ syPHA ]