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“Ugh. Can you not levitate it down?”
“No. Why? Scared of heights?”
“Hardly. This is simply not how I envisioned my afternoon, mage. Why not retrieve it yourself?”
“I’m too heavy. Please... it’s important.”
Fenris sighed, and scaled the Vhenadahl tree. He found what he was looking for in the uppermost branches.
“Don’t scare it into jumping!”
Eyes rolling, Fenris accomplished his rescue mission, and clambered back down.
“Mage,” he intoned. "Your kitten.”
“It is, now,” Anders whispered, cradling it.
Fenris appraised the tiny beast. “What will you call it?”
“Fen-Fen. For his rescuer.”
And, Fenris found he didn’t mind.