Briar & Cassie BR
She did sound a little like Rosethorn when she said things like that. Practice makes perfect, indeed. If he hadn't known better he'd half think Cassie had learned that straight from his teacher herself. He didn't want to admit to liking it, just scrunched his face at her instead and got up again to fetch everything they needed. Little moments kept Rosethorn in his head and not just in his heart, always made Briar want to remember things like minding his manners and being kind, reminded him to be her boy and not the street rat he'd been before.
Returning to his seat on the grass, he leaned against his friend's legs. "Sure got a way of making me want to learn it," he teased, going through the motions he'd seen plenty of times to roast the marshmallows. "I'd much rather sit out here than follow you to prick your skin."
He had absolutely no comprehension that tattoos were done differently here, had never needed to know it and it hadn't come up. Briar assumed she meant to do hers with a single needle and hours of pricking the way his had been done. A lot longer, seeing as hers wouldn't be full of magic and take on a life of their own, start growing before they were even done.