Re: Enhuvin's Thread (Kattunge)
What Enhuvin expected was probably not what he was going to get. As Hammer and Plover bee-lined for the fireside (there were bits of feathers and fur covering the rug there) and curled up to watch the ensuing events, the human found himself somewhat alone on the threshold of the homey looking room. He could see rows and rows of books lining just about every wall, though a door to the back was closed. Mehuia was just about to open it, when a tall man, possibly even skinnier than Enhuvin (though older -- he looked as though he might be in his late twenties or early thirties) strode out and caught sight of Mehuia. He certainly wasn't human: his skin was even paler than Mehuia's, perhaps with a blueish tint (though it was hard to tell against the warm cast of the firelight here). His short hair was definitely white, not even blonde. The man -- Agape, then -- placed his hands on Mehuia's shoulders, greeting her with a kiss on the forehead. "You've been out all day," he told her, "how have you been?"
Mehuia, giving him a peck on the cheek (though it seemed as though he was looking for a little more,) blushed as she replied, "well, thank you." Without preamble or explanation, she gestured towards Enhuvin. "Agape, this is Enhuvin -- he's a newcomer that I brought down earlier today... I told him that he could apply to you to be able to stay here, if he wanted, and he said he'd like that."
The other man's eyes snapped to Enhuvin, and the human could watch his expression change from cheerful to neutral, to the point where a slight frown crossed his mouth. Agape looked between Mehuia and the human, putting two and two together. Though his cheeks turned an interesting shade of pink (it ran a little towards purple), he only replied, "oh." That single syllable held a decidedly frosty note.
"Here we go," Enhuvin might be able to hear Hammer murmur to his daemon companion -- he got shushed by Plover before he could say anything else.