Imprints in Stone [AU]

[Carver Amell]

"I'm not a druid,"  he says, blinking. "I like the woods and all but not like... religious like."

[Bethany]

"Maybe you can be like... a Vangalite druid?" Beth shrugs a bit. "I dunno."

[Tethras Clan]

Merrill giggles. "Maybe you're a were-doggo?"

[Carver Amell]

"I don't think so. It'd be nice ,though, turning into a dog."

[Tethras Clan]

"Ooooh, yeah! I can learn how to do that, eventually. Gr- Elder Marethari says maybe in the next ten years at the rate I'm learning my powers," Merrill says eagerly. "And maybe I can learn to turn other people into doggos."

[Carver Amell]

"Ten years? That's practically forever!"

[Tethras Clan]

Merrill blinks. "It is?"

[Bethany]

"Long-lived, Carver," Beth reminds him. "That's like... three years for us. Which is still pretty long, but... I guess if turning into doggos was easy, everyone would do it."

[Carver Amell]

"Oh. Right." Carver nods. "By then, it'd be nice if one or both of us had kids of our own."

[Tethras Clan]

Thankfully for Merrill's comfort levels, Carver was behind her and thus missed the hellsfire level blush that comment got from the elf. 

[Bethany]

"...mmmh," Bethany says evenly, studying the elf that evidently has a thing for her twin. A serious thing. "How about we head back to the wagon?"

[Carver Amell]

Carver takes a deep breath, lets it out. "Okay. Yeah. Okay."

[Bethany]

When the trio make their way back to camp, Merrill bashfully holding Carver's arm, it's to see a recently familiar person sitting on one of the stools, face in his hands. He doesn't seem to notice them, at least at first. Bethany stiffens, then takes a slow breath. "...we could hide in the woods until he leaves," she murmurs.

[Carver Amell]

"You should," growls Carver. "I'll go make him leave."

[Tethras Clan]

"He looks sad," Merrill observes softly, biting her lip.