Steven
Tiny Vik
Witherlands Coastline

Tiny Vik couldn't help but giggle, giving gifts was what we he did after all. The mask shook slightly as he wiggled his head to the side, a poor attempt to fit the tune emanating from his mouth.

The mouth of his bag as nearly as big as he was opened again as Vik pulled a long clump of white fur, littered with black stripes. The minuscule hand held the bundle out towards the girl before returning to his haversack once again. What he produced next resembled a log covered in a bright orange powder that resembled rust. Vik knocked on the wood, causing a crack to split it in half, and steepled the two pieces over his smaller teepee.

With a flick of his wrist Tiny Vik sent a spark into the fire, causing the tinder and timber to sputter briefly, and catch alight in glorious green and blue flames. He giggled again at the display, before clapping his hands and resting them, clasped together, under his chin. His voidful eye sockets watching the sparks.
Stephen
Maren Tockett
Campsite with the Godling

Maren took the blanket gratefully and wrapped it around her other three, sighing as it did feel so much better. As she watched him make the fire, her eyes sparkled. He... He was magic! Had to be, right? He just... Snapped his fingers! And a fire APPEARED! 

She watched with a serious face, her face alight with green and blue as she stood close to the fire. She plopped down right then and there, simply taking what was offered and trying to focus in Vik, he was magic after all.

"Tiny Vik! Are you magic? How did you do that to the sticks?" She asked excitedly, looking upward at the godling with innocent wonder. "Thank you for the blanket, is it magical too?"
Steven
Tiny Vik
Witherlands Coastline

Another giggle, the invisible smile underneath his mask wide and proud.

In truth the log was just covered in Fireweed and Pinecone dust, a combination of natural foliage renowned for its sparkling properties. However Vik liked the sight of it and it saved him energy for when he did use magic.

"I am, yes. How could you tell?" He laughed to himself, beginning to assemble a small cooking station so he could finish boiling his salt.

"Unfortunately the blanket isn't magic, just really warm. Do you like magic my dear?" Vik switched between giggles and solemn speaking in between sentences and words, a subtle trick he used to bypass the lack of visible emotion available to him since becoming a golden faced midget.
Stephen
Maren nodded enthusiastically, staring at the fire. She looked up at him once more taking in the sight of his golden mask.

"I like magic... You remind me of a fairy..." She said quietly, poking her little hands out and warming them at the fire. She nodded once more. Perhaps this was her mind finally going insane from the cold, but it *Felt* Real, so perhaps there was still a little magic left in the world. She gave him a tight, almost fake smile. "Can you teach me to be magic, too?" She whispered. A fire on demand would be most helpful when you live alone in the Witherlands.
Steven
Tiny Vik
Witherlands Coastline

Vik began stirring his cauldron with a large wooden spoon made from a dark wood.

"You're a very funny person, what do you know about fairies? Maybe I *Am* One." He giggled before continuing, "But you already know magic, I'm sure, just not the same kind maybe."

Vik cracked his knuckles briefly, the quiet pops causing a break in his monologue.

"Isn't that blanket magic for making you warm? Or food, it makes you strong like a potion, right? Magic doesn't have to be amazing and spectacular for you to use it."
Stephen
Maren Tockett 
Witherlands coastline

"Well... But... Those things are *Ordinary*..." She replied meekly, looking up at him. She didn't know sciences well, but there had to be something along those lines. "Blankets and soups are *Ordinary*... But snapping your fingers to make fire appear is *Magic*.

"I... Heard about fairies once. They're little men with magic and they fly around. Sometimes they grant wishes... Can *You* Fly?"