The Sunspire cause I would die to make you mine, bleed me dry each and every time

she looks as pleased as him with their shared treasures, earning a happy boof from the sootsprite as she parrots his word. "gelman," okeanos tells her importantly, face a happy little smile, "mine, um, from," he can't remember wraen's name at the moment, though he can conjure her face before him, "fwen."

curiously he looks at her leaf -- her's isn't a gift like his, but she got it herself and he thinks that makes it pretty special, too. "pretty," he voices aloud, pleased by the shape and general leafyness of her leaf, even if secretly he thinks his wing is better. tail wagging, he flops back on his rump and announces, "'m oke-a-no. wha you?"