Author: Belen, Posted: Fri Jan 4, 2019 12:33 PM, Post Subject: Ring, Ring [P]

It was a bad habit, a very persistent bad habit. But what was he supposed to do? Ok so maybe he did eavesdrop on his friend's conversations, read his mail, and even forged his handwriting down to the letter. But it all worked out in the end, right? After getting a stern warning for meddling in Lys' business, he was supposed to be sitting it out 'studying'. His brother was away for training, leaving him stuck in Sularia all by himself. It was no fun without his twin around. "I'm so boreeeed." He complained to the ceiling. He thought of sneaking into Lys' room again but remembered Efrain might have rigged the door. He didn't want to pull Chrys into this if he didn't have to. Lys was still sore over the whole 'love letter forging' thing, and kept glaring at him whenever he tried to chat. This was no good. Now, how to get back on Lys' good side again? It was tricky business–on one hand if it worked Lys wouldn't stare daggers at him. If it bombed it'd make it ten times worse. But he was sure it'd work, after all he spent hours thinking up the plan. All he needed was the right opportunity.

It was painfully obvious Lys and Poppy would get together, I mean he saw it from the very beginning. He knew how Lys would fidget and talk funny when he was trying to hide a visit to her. So of course he figured out that a certain somebody wanted a pair of matching rings made for you-know-who. With the subtlety of a cat and charm of a corgi, he jumped at the chance offering to help his buddy out with a little something. Lys was suspicious but the half-fey knew how to convince him where he couldn't argue. But at the last moment, he still couldn't resist the urge to make a quip. "I knew it, you're getting married~" BAM! The older boy lunged and they both went out the window. Belen managed to avoid a crash with magic while an angry bat was chasing after his head. He managed to lose him in the streets with his information in hand.

Getting around the districts were a breeze with portals, but he still had to check the map for the specific smithy. Word on the grapevine said there was one that was top-notch, if you could get them to take your order. If silver wouldn't work, then maybe a smile and a nice chat would do the trick. Poking his head in and slipping in like a sneak-thief, he found the place. What hit him first was the awful dry heat coming from it. Oh right, he forgot what the workshops back home felt like. Sweltering hot even in the dead of Glaciem. Loitering around he looked for anybody he could pull aside to find the blacksmith.