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Pumpkid, having decided to go on a walk, stood before the open flames of an unattended firepit that seemed to be placed in the middle of nowhere hidden deep inside the depths of his favourite forest. He couldn't help the ways his orange/yellow/white eyes lit up with sheer excitement and joy upon finding it, nor could he help himself from moving closer in fascination, staring down at the flame as if it were a mythical creature he had dreamt of coming across since his early childhood. If anything, it was more precious to him than any mythical beast, such a fact apparent with how he observed it keenly like it were the first time he had seen fire. Of course, that also meant he couldn't help the fact that he reached out to it as if he were going to grab it, swiftly yoinking his hand away once the flames danced and scorched his gloves and skin. Geez, he really should learn to control himself around an open flame, he silently scolded himself while rubbing fiercely at the place his hand had been licked by the fire, as if rubbing it would take away the burn that he inflicted upon himself.
Harlen was quietly wandering around in that same forest, adjusting his mask before looking up at Pumpkid with a soft hum. "Are you alright?" He hummed quietly, wanting to check on him since he seemed to have been burned by the fire. His eyes glimmered under his mask as he looked up at him, the orange slit-pupils staring up at the pumpkin boy as he tilted his head slowly. They'd happened upon each other a few times, but only now had the childlike mage finally come up to him and try to initiate contact. His tattered and slightly burned wings lay in a permanent position resting against his back, long ago burned by some unknown force that only Harlen knew of. That was unimportant to him at the moment, focusing on the other's burn as he looked at the hand being rubbed. "You've been burned. Here, let me see." He hummed out as he reached up and took Pumpkid's hand in both of his own, examining the burn and making sure that it wasn't too bad. While he didn't specialize in healing, he knew many natural remedies and oftentimes patched up wounds for others as a boon.
Pumpkid's eyes squinted in slight distrust, but he reluctantly forked over his scorched hand upon being prompted to do so, keeping his gaze suspiciously resting upon the other masked individual. He didn't mutter out a word of disapproval, or even said a word for that matter, however, instead allowing Harlen to examine his hand while he watched his every move cautiously. It wasn't every day someone approached him with the intention of helping tend to any of his wounds, after all, especially since Pumpkid typically took care of them himself. After a few moments of his attention being equally divided by Harlen and the fire next to him, he softly cleared his voice, finally offering out a quiet greeting, considering he had seen him around and he seemed friendly enough. "Uhm, hello, and uh- thanks," Pumpkid said softly, doing his utter best to keep his typical chaotic behaviour under control for the time being to be respectful.
It took a moment, but Harlen looked back up to make eye contact while digging through a small satchel bag he had that was hidden under his tattered, ripped cloak. "I believe I have something that could help me cool this off..." He hummed, a spellbook emerging from the bag and allowing him to open it as he began to read off a spell. The staff on his back began to glow with a blue orb that wasn't there a moment before, a small beam of light roaming over Pumpkid's burn. It slowly began to cool, the magic stopping the burning slowly as Harlen put his spellbook away and held Pumpkid's hand there to keep the magic on the burn instead of anywhere else. It took him a moment to respond to the other's greeting, but he seemed to smile behind his mask. "Greetings. And it's my pleasure, seeing people hurt is never a pleasant experience, much less so for the injured party." Harlen chuckled before examining Pumpkid's hand. He was always fascinated by how other beings went together, seeing how his small shadowy body compared to the more complex forms of people like Pumpkid.
Pumpkid quietly blinked, silently watching what he presumed to be a mage do his thing with silent fascination and admiration. He smiled a touch when his hand no longer was hissing at him from the burn he got, instead cooling down rather than heating up evermore, a newfound satisfied expression on his pumpkin head. "I'm sorry for the troubles, fire is very interesting to me; I'm like a moth to a light when it comes to fire; so I usually can't help myself from, erhm, trying to touch it. The jack-o-lantern style is very appealing, y'know?" He offered out with a smudge of hesitance, though it was audible he was warming up to the idea of talking to the other despite only having seen him around from time to time. Pumpkid didn't question Harlen's curiosity with his hand, though, still putting in the effort to be as respectful as he could, however he was slowly losing his willpower to stay anti-chaotic, apparent by his soft foot-tapping to try and keep himself in motion rather than staying still.
The mage soon let go of Pumpkid's hand, putting his arms behind his back and looking up at the other before humming lightly as he closed his eyes. "It's no trouble at all, I promise. I've healed many wounds in my time, it's a common boon I'm asked for. All I ask is that people be a bit more careful. Life is precious and short, and it'd be a shame to lose it so quickly, don't you think?" He hummed as he closed his eyes, leaving the almond-shaped eyeholes in his mask eerily empty without that spark of life that was his catlike pupils. Other than that, Harlen seemed relatively harmless, his wings opening up slightly before closing against his back once more. The damage seemed old, but this would be odd since they should have healed by now if the wounds were as old as they seemed...right?
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