Silvertip Mountain Zhavvi does not cry.

My last post before holiday! :D

FitzDutiful didn't see Mason's blush either, his eyes had been closed until Zhavvi - Zaria's question about I Spy. The new name was going to take some getting used to, but he would do it; for her. He opened his golden eyes into her green ones as she asked about the game. "You look around a pick an object. Then you say, "I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with..." and then say the first letter of the object you saw. The other person tries to guess what it is. It's a game that helps learn spelling" At least that was how FitzDutiful had used it.

His gaze at Zaria began to fill with affection and he quickly turned it on Mason - a subject for whom affection would not be questioned - "It's better learnt by playing. Mason, you start." He would happily oversee in this game, moderating and spelling words out if it was asked of him though he wouldn't actively participate. He would be the hint provider, offering options that weren't considered.