In truth he wasn't sure who was going to be the one telling a story, but he settles on the mattress, lying on his back where he's able to glimpse her through the leaves in return. Positioned as they are, she can see his face when parts of the story evoke grins and soft chuckles. As long as it's not personal, he can enjoy a dirty joke or a tale of sexual adventures as much as anyone else. "Prosperity? Fertility seems an even better term... the world should hear more stories from the fae perspective, really..." He stifles a yawn, amused.
"I should begin asking payment for things in stories, myself... but you may have to give me a few minutes to come up with a match for that tale..." He's a little worn out by the day's travel, even if it was a short day, and he's gotten comfortable in the warmth of the low fire.
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Date: 2015-03-18 02:20 am (UTC)"I should begin asking payment for things in stories, myself... but you may have to give me a few minutes to come up with a match for that tale..." He's a little worn out by the day's travel, even if it was a short day, and he's gotten comfortable in the warmth of the low fire.