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It was a calm, cool night. A fire crackled faintly behind Abel as he tethered his horse to a nearby tree. He strokes the soft mane, wishing it a good rest. As he places a bag down against the tree, he hears footsteps. It seems his friend is back from their patrol of the perimeter.
Footsteps stop and he hears a small huff of amusement.
"Abel, a word please."
Múspell, God of Flame, is standing near the campfire, his arms crossed.
Abel tilts his head in greeting, walking over.
"Is something the matter, Múspell? Did you find enemies during your patrol?"
"No, no, I didn't. I'm sure if there are any fools that bear ill will towards us, they have already run once catching a glimpse of me."
The God grins, before shaking his head and motioning towards the fire.
"But enough of that. Tell me, what do you see in front of you."
The green cavalier hums at the odd request.
"I see a campfire and my friend standing before me."
The flames around Múspell seem to brighten in embarrassment.
"Y-yes, but more so, who BUILT the campfire?"
"Why, I, of course." Abel was a bit confused.
Múspell points at him, a big grin on his face.
"Yes! And who do you have standing in front of you?!"
"A... Flame God."
"A certain Flame God who is constantly ablaze!!"
"Are you saying that I should have not made the campfire?"
Múspell claps.
"Indeed! Instead, you could have asked me before I left to make one for you! Hel, you could've even just grabbed a puny stick and tapped it against my head!"
Oh. Múspell wanted to have Abel rely on him for light. That's... quite cute. Though, he wouldn't voice that thought aloud in fear of being scorched.
Instead, he smiles up at his friend.
"Why, thank you for offering, Múspell. I will be sure to ask you next time we need to set up camp."
"Good, good! That is all I ask of you!"
Múspell looks pleased.
Abel turns to go get his sleeping bag when Múspell speaks up again.
"However, the flame you have made, although inferior to my grand presence, is... adequate."
Oh goodness he's trying his best to compliment him. Adorable.
"I am honored to have a God of Flame such as yourself find the fire I made decent for your standards. I am sure the next one we make together will be absolutely brighter."
Múspell puffs his chest out in pride, the flames around him glowing.
"Of course it will!"
Abel is definitely going to coo over this encounter with his wife later.
