"Bor! Bor! I drew a picture of you!" Maris charged into the shared barracks waving a piece of paper.

He looked up from bandaging his thigh. An errant ax clipped him and the wound was getting sour tasting.

Mar plopped down next to him. "I had to write about my favorite person. And look!"

It was a picture of him with stick arms and legs with a bushy tail. There were strange marks underneath it.

"What are those?"

"Words. It says Bor is best." She hugged him. #tootfic #mfic