(from here)
“Ah, I’m not a very good son. My dad was a good man but I never really knew him – he was always off fighting. Then he left one time and never came back.” Riski rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, with a smile to match. “My mother, though-”
He didn’t finish his thought, the words abandoned as he lunged forward. Properly catching someone who’s falling was never a skill Riski was able to refine, but he was able to drag Destiney around so that when they both hit the ground, she landed on top of him instead. “…You okay?” he asked breathlessly, wincing against the rock prodding him insistently in the kidney. “Might be a good idea to watch the ground around here- it’s kinda uneven.”
She had been expected a hard landing on her butt at the very least. Instead she was granted a much softer landing. Even if it was on top of her newest friend. It took his words a few seconds longer then average to register with her brain as she looked at him. Of course Daisy just hovered nearby with her hands over her mouth, laughing at the both of them.
“By the Twelve! I’m so sorry!” She looked at him with wide eyes before moving to get off of him. She held a hand out to him to help him up since it was her fault he was on the ground to begin with. “I’m fine. Thank you. I’ll try to better watch my step. As nice as a pillow landing you made, I’d hate to hurt you too. You are okay yes? I didn’t hurt you by landing on you?”
Spirit of the Warlock 