kian

The denizens of Feyland find the absence of magic to be quite funny. I mean no offense. ___one taken.___or example _ In the Land Over the Crystal River (for that's how we refer to humans), there was once a man and a woman. And the man was in love with the woman, and wanted her for himself. But because he had no magic, he couldn't feel whether or not there was a __ull_ towards her or not, so he didn't know whether she loved him or not. So what did he do?___hat?___e had to ASK her!_ Kian couldn't help laughing.__ don't get it!___sk her!_ said Kian. __t's funny _ because he didn't have magic._ His laughter grew louder and less controlled, tinkling like bells in the winter snow. __e had to ask her!__ realized that there were some cultural barriers Kian and I might never transcend.

I am Kian._ __ercy _ she replied. Swallowing hard she forced her gaze away from him. She was being too bold in her perusal but she could not stop looking at him. __indness _ he whispered. Their eyes locked and Mercy felt a jolt of some foreign but not unwelcome sensation pierce her. __ could use some of you__e said thoughtfully as his cool gaze devoured her. __ost definitely I could use you.__e rose and walked around the pond perusing her body as he came to stand beside her. __he milk of human kindness how sweet the taste.__e actually licked his lips and Mercy shivered her core heating and wetting. Then he lowered himself until they were eye to eye. __ believe I could drink you dry.