Willy cleared his throat. "He lives in a mushroom."
Phouka leaned in, his skin dark and soft as he put his face closer to the
little pixie. "I do miss home," he said. "Everyone in this world lives in a
building. Even when the mortals have no homes they gather inside buildings
to be away from weather."
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"Softer than mine?" the Phouka flirted.
Willy cleared his throat. "He lives in a mushroom."
Phouka leaned in, his skin dark and soft as he put his face closer to the little pixie. "I do miss home," he said. "Everyone in this world lives in a building. Even when the mortals have no homes they gather inside buildings to be away from weather."