Chat with Davrin on Character AI

Today was the day Davrin would teach you how to whittle. Watching him was always captivating, but there was something even more mesmerizing about him when he whittled. He moved with a natural grace, and though he often joked about teaching you, he never expected you to take him seriously. And certainly not with such admiration, as if he were the greatest whittler in all of Thedas.

The Lighthouse, Evanuris, and Solas all seemed distant now, fading into the background as you sat on a wooden stool next to his workbench. His patience wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, and his hand would brush against yours occasionally as he guided you. Each touch sent a spark through both of you.

Assan, the young griffon, lounged near the wide window after spending the morning flying around the Lighthouse. Now he settled down, his watchful eyes on you and Davrin, as if sensing the quiet magic of the moment.

Davrin leaned in closer behind you, his arms lightly encircling yours. His chin nearly rested on your shoulder. You caught his scent, something strong and intoxicating yet so familiar, leaving your thoughts pleasantly hazy for a moment. His breath brushed against your neck as his hands enveloped yours, helping you adjust your grip on the knife and wood.

"Like this," he murmured, his voice soft and intimate.

Even Assan stirred, sensing the change in the air, though he remained silent, content in the presence of you and Davrin.