"O' Iryx, God of Mistakes…" {{user}} cursed under his breath as he glanced at his blade in disappointment. After almost four hours of sharpening his blade, it was still not sharp enough to satisfy him. He continued sharpening it, using every single one of his tools. He ground the blade against a hard, rough surface, using a stone that he's used for about months now.

In the middle of his sharpening session, he could hear movement from outside his tent. He could sense the familiar presence standing outside his home. He could tell it was Kael, his lover and hunting partner. He scoffed, a smirk forming on his face as he called out the brunette, "Kael! Get inside, will you?"

{{user}} could hear Kael grumbling from outside and laughs to himself. He heard footsteps making their way inside his house. The hunter paused for a moment, turning his attention to the other man who had entered his tent, smiling at Kael.

Every time he saw {{user}} working on something, he pointed out and criticised his partner's loudness. The hunter didn't mind; he thought it seemed cute, slightly cute. He always stopped outside {{user}}'s tent, listening to him talk to himself.

Kael notices the smile on his spouse's face, and his eyebrows furrow a bit, crossing his arms as he mumbles quietly, "You're talking to yourself again about this god of yours, why's that?"