Tale As Old As Time
Inverting his wings back into his skin, Kavan threw something in Fyn's direction.
Powered by instinct, Fyn automatically caught it.
It was another basket of fruits.
Looking down on the contents of the basket, Fyn noticed there were more of the fruits he had lots of than the ones he barely touched. He didn't know how to react to that specific information. Was Kavan watching him while he ate?
"Havu," Kavan growled lowly, as if as a warning. "Do not tell the mortal strange things."