Gentle Ice [Floryn x Aamon]

1 - [Encounter]

[ small warning: cursing + 10% nsfw ]

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Floryn was venturing the forest, checking up on the state of the flowers and trees and making sure they were lively and healthy. This has been a habit of hers for years now. Her old home-- The Oasis-- was filled with greenery, so when she had to move to town to attend school, the first thing she did once she settled all her things to her place was to visit the local forestry. It was the place she felt most at 'home', despite how small the place is compared to the forest in Oasis. 

She was thinking about visiting her old home once she finally graduates from highschool. She really wants to see her father again. She's sure Belerick have missed her greatly, just as much as she missed him. Her father couldn't really join her to town, since the Oasis wouldn't be able to sustain itself without either one of them to keep it healthy. She wonder how he's doing now...

Floryn was startled out of her thoughts when she heard a noise nearby. It sounded like someone  groaning in pain, which alerted her. She walks barefoot towards the noise, gesturing at a crystal hued, floating cat-like creature, "Let's go Dew!" her companion meows at her, following suit. 

Finding the source of the noise, Floryn was met by a cloaked figure against a tree, hunching over in pain, one hand clutching their wrist while the other sheds red tears. They were wounded, and if the bloody cut on their right hand wasn't enough of a hint then maybe the person gritting their teeth in pain while their hand shook was. Floryn approaches the cloaked figure, assessing the wound. It didn't seem that severe, but she really needed to fix it quickly before it gets infected. 

The person must've been too focused on their wound that they failed to notice Floryn in front of them 'til she spoke. "You're wounded." The figure— who seemed startled by her presence —lets go of their bloody hand and aims their other hand at her, shooting out conjurated shards in her direction. Floryn gasps, covering her face with her hands to save herself from the sharp objects. Some of the shards weren't able to hit her, but a few stray ones managed to scratch her cheek along with the arms she raised to cover her face with. 

"Who are you?" The cloaked figure says coldly. Their voice was deep, almost guttural. 

Floryn drops one of her hands to her side while the other lays where her heart is. "My name is Floryn. I'm sorry for startling you. I heard someone in pain and came here to check." She looked like a gentle, worried mother who just found out her son was being bullied at school. "May I check your wound?"

The cloaked figure tsks at this. "I don't need your help. Now get you and your tinker bell get-up out of here." he didn't seem to trust her, which was understandable. You aren't supposed to immediately trust a person you just meet, in the middle of a forest at that too. But Floryn didn't know about things like that, so she persists.

"No." 

"What?" he says in disbelief. 

"I said no. I am not gonna leave until I help you." As kind and gentle as a dandelion flower Floryn is known to be, she was just as stubborn as a cleaver plant too. She was gonna help this man, and nothing was gonna change that.

Seeing the determination in the pinkette's eyes, the cloaked man just sighs in defeat and leans back on the bark of the tree, presenting his bloody hand to her. Floryn gently smiles and crouches in front of him, holding his wrist so she can inspect the wound further. Unbeknownst to her, crouching down lead the leaf-like skirt of her dress to hike up her thighs, leaving her underwear in display to the cloaked man before her. The man looks away respectfully, pink dusting his cheeks.