candiedfruit

“WHAT did you DO?” Cali’s pupils were blown, brown eking into the green of her eyes. Pine’s eyes stayed the same color, the star in the midst roughly the same size — but those were the fun quirks of being a snowgrem. In reality, she was freaked out of her mind. “It was just supposed to be—“ Pine was interrupted by an echoing roar, and she and Cali both stopped to slap their hands over their ears. “—It was just an arm wrestling contest!!” “I left you alone for TEN MINUTES and an arm wrestling contest led to this?” Cali gestured expansively at the grem craning his neck around a large tent. The tent was getting smaller each minute, as the fire bursting from the grem’s back slowly caused the canvas to catch and collapse in on itself. The grem — who, up until a moment ago, had been angry in a friendly way — was covered in stripes, with bright white and flaming orange warring on his fur for equal purchase. The flickering flames lent his suddenly garish leer a bit more animation than