Clouds were covering up the sky in a blanket of white and dove gray. Snowflakes fell softly to the ground; the first snow of the season. Most of the trees within the Fluffy Forest of Forbidden Fruits had lost all of their leaves, their branches now bare. Some still had tufts of yellow, orange and red, while other stayed evergreen as they were to be all year round.It was a chilly November morning t...
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Reaper (or Inlaw, or Muffet—depending on who was talking about whom and if they weren't high on potion fumes) making a sale to one of the few customers who dared to venture into his forest home/bakery. Then again, the adorable elf in front of him was so sweet he could put pure sugar to shame, so it really came as no surprise. The moment he'd walked in the door the baker had found himself in the middle of a slightly damp, yet very enthusiastic hug."It's a long way from Abel, Prince Azrael." Red commented, wrapping up the elf's order in a little white box. He snipped the string and tied it neatly around the box, then handed it over to the patiently waiting elf who was smiling so cutely Red couldn't hold in the squeal at the sight of him. One would think that knowing this particular elf since childhood would have helped him cope with the sight of a smiling elf, but no. He was still rather overwhelmed whenever he saw one."Oh, please, my friend. Don't call me that. It makes me sound so important!" Azrael said as he paid the baker. He gingerly took the box into his hands, holding it almost reverently. The elf was notorious for his sweet tooth and it could be considered to be one of his few weaknesses. "And yes, Abel is far from here…but I needed to see how my friend was doing. I should think that it's been a while…for my friend, at least." As an elf, Azrael had a lot of spare time on his hands and things like years were probably days (or less) to him.Red smiled a little sadly, his eyes unfocused as he remembered some distant, far off memory. "Oh, yes. It has been a while, hasn't it?" He shook his head and tried to concentrate on the elf's patient, kind expression (which really wasn't all that hard since he was no slouch when it came to looks—even for an elf!). "Hey, speaking of which…have you seen Raddy about?" Azrael tilted his head, brown hair falling into his blue-gray eyes."Hmm? Oh, Radamanthus the Brown?" he asked. Red nodded. Azrael bowed his head and then shook it in negative. "My apologies, my friend. I haven't seen Radamanthus since he last visited the Lady White's coffin the summer of yesteryear." The baker's shoulders slumped as he sighed, disappointed.