Jade Fern Grove i've never felt much smaller since the fall

because it's cute, alarian. samothes huffs a laugh, watching his face, his expression sleepy despite the sharpness of his rose-hued eyes. he looks at alarian like he's something to solve, a puzzle he wants to put together (and the carefully take apart). at his words the scholar shifts, moving to lay his head across the other's scruff, entwining them carefully. "that can be arranged," he murmurs to alarian's neck, "this can be.. a meeting place." or another place, a little further, perhaps, though he's not sure exactly how northeast the boy comes from, or if he'll consent to picking a singular meeting spot at all (despite the obvious advantages in his opinon.)