Steven
Tiny VIK
THE CAPS LOCK BROKE

Vik grew solemn for a moment, the memories of his past life flooding forward at the mention of a cost.

"In the moment no." He began

"When it came down to it it was all as simple as putting on a new hat, but I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a price." He giggled, "All magic has a price, dearie.

"I was a man before, I served an order of knights, I had a wife, I was happy. But the other orders were jealous, they began harboring power and sewing the seeds for betrayal. I lost my father, my love, and everything I used to be." He paused, sprinkling some white powder into his boiling water, "The only thing left was the name 'Vik' and a drive to finally get what I want."

He craned his head towards the child, "What do you want, Maren?"

He was almost certain that was her name, despite never actually being told it.
Stephen
Maren Tockett
Witherlands COAST

"Ah..." How did he know her name, she wondered? She just gave the answer to 'magic' as she thought about his story. He was mighty short for a knight, but that must mean he was an even more incredible fighter. And was his love as short as he was? She wondered that as well but thought it rude to ask. 

She thought it was a sad story nonetheless, losing everything for a magical mask. She thought it was awful kind that he would even ask what she wanted when she was sure what he wanted was more important. So she thought really hard about it, furrowing her brow and narrowing her eyes.

"What I... Want..." She thought slightly, crossing her arms again and leaning forward, looking at the fire. "I... Want... A..." She began, but her mind drew a blank, causing her to frown. There were plenty of things she wanted... A happy family, a warm home, someone who loved her... Mostly just any form of affection was very high on her list. Surely Vik didn't want to hear her life story, and she wondered what she could tell him. Maren inched forward on the less than comfortable rock that was her seat.

"I want... To... I want... A... Ah... I want a hug." She murmured quietly, looking at him before looking down. "I think a hug will do..."
Steven
Tiny Vik
That song Fergalicious but it's "Vikalicious,"

Vik couldn't help but gasp before giggling softly.

"A hug? You see a man who could potentially grant you any wish and you ask him for a hug?" Vik had his hand placed dramatically over his mouth as he chortled. Eventually he stood up spreading his arms out wide like some kind of lower cased tee.

"Very well, I am a kind and generous god!" Another giggle.
Stephen
Maren Tockett
Maren is just "Marin" Spelled differently

Maren stood from her rock, About the same height as Vik, and walked over and into his arms. She threw her own arms around him and squeezed him with all the kindness and love she herself coveted, laying her head on his shoulder. It was, by all means, a really nice hug. Affection was scarce in poor Maren's life, and to finally take what was offered was something absolutely magical, at least by her standards.

And with that, Maren gave him something as well, as only contact with her could. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before letting go of Vik and looking at the empty golden mask.

"Tiny Vik, thank you for the blanket and the fire and the hug. You made me feel so warm... So much better than anything in the whole world!" She said it seriously, nodding assuredly at the entire situation, a smile didn't grace her face, but it was obvious she was quite satisfied with what she had been given.