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Sunlight blurs the leaves overhead, burnishing them gold and bronze until one detaches, fluttering free to rest on the crown of Qifrey's head. This sets the girls aflutter, scattering in search of flowers to weave into everyone's hair while Olruggio levers himself upright, a three-day exhaustion settled in his bones, stumbling round to flop next to Qifrey instead.
"Good pick," Olruggio sighs as he stretches out, shuffling to drop his head onto Qifrey's shoulder and plucking the leaf free. Qifrey is warm, faintly spiced from the earlier baking, freezing like a fawn caught in torchlight.
"I'm glad you approve, Olly"