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A Tale Of Herbs
Fyn.
Fyn woke up pressed against a certain demon's chest.
Surprised, Fyn opened his eyes immediately awoke but froze once he realized Kavan was still there in front of him. Usually, Kavan would have left by now. During the mornings, he would do rounds around the forest, checking and looking for those that would need his help.
It had been cold recently and there was only one place to sleep in Kavan's cave. During the night, when Fyn and Havu had already fallen asleep, Kavan would silently slip next to them. He would wordlessly wrap his wings around Fyn and the serpent, making sure they were warm, even in their sleep. Sheltering them quietly. Fyn always notices when Kavan would rest beside them, but he would never speak out on it.
He relished the warmth. Fyn always had the best sleep when Kavan was next to him. Not that it mattered since usually, Kavan would leave in the morning. Except for this time, he woke up before the d
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