"Spirit of Winter," Harrow whispers in quiet awe. He eyes Reynard up and down and begins to nod and smile.
"But you're not an elemental," he says. He can't deny his confusion. "So you must be... Like... An Aspect!"
All the air leaves his lungs at once. "Shoot, and here I was showin' off my bad spells and bein' a fool..." He runs his handpaws over his head. Pet yourself, Harrow. Calm down. Be cool.
"I got all sorts of questions now, b-but I don't wanna make you feel snubbed. Are there... Are there spirits of the other seasons? Do you know 'em? Do you like them?"
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"But you're not an elemental," he says. He can't deny his confusion. "So you must be... Like... An Aspect!"
All the air leaves his lungs at once. "Shoot, and here I was showin' off my bad spells and bein' a fool..." He runs his handpaws over his head. Pet yourself, Harrow. Calm down. Be cool.
"I got all sorts of questions now, b-but I don't wanna make you feel snubbed. Are there... Are there spirits of the other seasons? Do you know 'em? Do you like them?"