Re: Holding Pens - Samandriel and Mitchell
Mitchell's eyebrows rose at the human's declaration. This boy, this Samandriel, was like a mystery, a puzzle, and he kept getting tantalizing pieces. "Right. Samandriel," he repeated, in acknowledgement. He reached out, placed his hand on the boy's bare shoulder, and squeezed, smiled warmly. "Right. So, second question. Do you want to come home with me?"