ZooofAlexandria

Someone’s giving out free candy! Lavendula bumped a fist into Lex’s shoulder. Lex had been peacefully dozing in front of the fireplace - that was the only place one could peacefully doze here in the north of Warrenfall at this season, anywhere else was far too cold - and growled at the interruption, swatting his tail at the human. Cut it out! Lavendula crossed their arms. Well, I thought you’d appreciate the information, you broke wannabe escort, but I guess I’ll go alone. It didn’t take more than that to get Lex to his paws, although he made a show of extensively stretching and yawning. I wouldn’t be broke if you’d actually pay me for escorting you. I am your bonded! Are you done? Lex grumbled a little, but conceded that they were, indeed, his bonded. He refused to let Lavendula rush him, though. They didn’t start without him. By the time they stepped out into the street, Lex had to admit that the crisp air, and the sun glistening on the snow, had their charms. So who’s that

It was an uneventful two days before the shores of Warrenfall appeared on the horizon. Many of the passengers rushed to the bow to see the mythical, lush forests and green fields Warrenfall was said to be covered in, in stark contrast to the endless deserts and yellow grasslands of Thedale. Lex had always considered these descriptions with a healthy dose of cynical skepticism - everyone knew that sailors loved to spin tall tales, and travellers wanted to impress their friends and families upon return. But when the coast turned from an indistinct shadow into a recognisable landmass, it was, unquestionably, green. The closer they got, the more shades of green appeared: there seemed to be no end to them. Lex tried to stay cynical. He really tried, especially knowing Lavendula was listening in. But as the green mosaic turned into steep hills covered in lush foliage, trees taller than any houses that he had seen, the only trace of sand the gleaming white directly at the shoreline - he

Lavendula was still seasick, and Lex didn’t know why he had expected any better. When he approached them - careful not to step too close to avoid getting hit - they took a moment to straighten themself at the rail they had been bending over, and glare at him. Better? Oh shut up! Do you really think not having a functioning digestive system makes you better? By the time they finished conveying the thought, they were already hanging over the side of the ship again. The way I see it, you’re the one whose digestive system isn’t functioning, Lex replied. Last time I checked things were supposed to go the other way. He was surprised there was actually anything left in their stomach by now. “Shut up,” they hissed between dry heaves, then fell down on their knees and fixed their eyes on the horizon. Several of the other - not seasick - passengers had immediately proposed this therapy, and clearly, Lavendula was holding on to what they could. Lex almost felt bad for teasing them. But not