Haunted Hydra House: Galad and Pavel
"No, of course not." Galad let out a puff of breath and bounced on the balls of his feet. "I just can't wait to see you startled, is all. Hydra has a lot of practice at this, and your poor normal ears..." Galad reached out and gave the shell of Pavel's round ear a stroke with his long fingers, his eyes and his grin devilish. "You wouldn't hear a freight train coming if your eyes didn't see it first."
The elf laughed and nudged his friend playfully. He and Pavel's sparring had made Galad quite comfortable around the fae. Like an older brother, he liked to push and shove but also firmly embrace in any sort of order. A physical tactile person from birth, Galad was more naturally inclined towards action rather than repose.
"Is this thing real? You might need it." Galad continued to tease, fingering Pavel's axe. They were next in line and the door was opening to admit them into the dark maw. Unlike Pavel, Galad had not dressed up this year.