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Now that he'd been assured Mariposa was fine, Samuel cracked a smile. "I know what you mean about the animals- I was surprised it went for you and not me! Livestock generally don't like me," he told her soothingly. "Here, I've got some bruise paste so that you won't get an egg." The potions...

Samuel was about to warn Mariposa about touching the paper before he could treat the graphite, but something much more dramatic happened, instead. The Australian looked up just in time to see a small goat take offense to Posie's tutu, and before he could shout a warning, the ornery little thing...

Samuel's smile grew as Mariposa slipped her hand into his own. Her swift familiarity was both touching and nerve-wracking for the Potion's Master, who hadn't dared a relationship for years. He worried that she was too attached too swiftly, and that he was sure to let her down by not being the...

Samuel was much more comfortable without her clinging, though the absence of her warm, skinny body made his chest feel a bit tight. He was twice relieved to hear that she was almost the same age as him. It was perfect, really. She was perfect. Damnit, man, don't put her on a pedestal, he told...

"Maripos-ah!" Samuel completely failed to catch the small woman, but it didn't matter in the end, anyway, because she was clinging like a limpet from his torso. With his arms spread out and his feet wide apart, the Australian looked helplessly at Robin who simply pursed his lips in an effort not...

Only when Samuel had set down his glass stirring rod did he allow himself a great sigh. The Australian Potion's Master was meticulous when brewing, but lately his thoughts had been wandering into the strange fairyland that existed within the French woodlands. He'd met a fae and he couldn't...

Mate :)

This woman was very beautiful, very glittery, and very strange. Sam squinted for a moment as though it would help him to understand the word 'bear' better, but it clearly didn't, because he had to ask "Um ... a bear?" She must have charmed the poor creature, who wasn't at all built for carrying...

Mate :)

Home again, sighed Samuel inwardly, trying not to drag his feet over the cobblestones. He loved visiting his adoptive parents, he really did, but this month's visit was more of a summons than an invitation. His mother was starting to get antsy about growing older, and the word 'grandchildren'...

We love you! Take care of yourself, and we hope to see you back soon. :hugs:

Two?

Samuel boggled at the idea of introducing himself to so many people, but he couldn't say no to a tour. Even before he'd decided that this was real life (though a stunning contortionist wearing his jumper and holding his hand still lent itself to the idea that it wasn't), he'd wanted to walk...

"Ouch," said Sam in surprise, not really hurt but simply startled. Well, he'd certainly felt her pinch. They always said that you couldn't feel pain in dreams, but he'd certainly had some whacky nightmares where he could have sworn things hurt; still, nothing was painful while Mariposa was...

Sam stared. And stared, and stared. "N-no," he stuttered, looking slowly from her thigh all the way to her pointed toe in awe until he almost physically had to tear his eyes away. "No, I can't do that." He rubbed his face and shook his head to clear it, and then added "I'm really clumsy...

If anyone says anything other than Sam and Mariposa, they're wrong. Unless they say Zimbru.

The woman, or Mariposa as he just learned (beautiful) had the biggest, brightest grin he'd ever seen before, and he'd been school friends with Artemis Blackmoore-Yearling. She even smiled in the face of the giant, who merely shook his head slowly at her proclamation and continued to watch them...

He'd caught the attention of the big fairy, someone he was privately beginning to think of as the Fairy Queen, but she curtsied to him instead of waiting for him to bow, or something, and his little twinkling hangers-on shied away from her. Must be human, then. Still, she was otherworldly, and...

Commissions were slow at the moment, so Sam had left his small balcony greenhouse well tended to go hunting for rarer ingredients in the evening. He found it fortunate that he enjoyed Herbology just as much as he did Potions. The Herbologist who disliked Potions could sell their work, but the...