Challenge #03526-I238: Unexpected Smooch Error

Their family had been saved by Amatu, Wraithvine, Vee, Pondermore, and the rest of their group, after the group having helped quickly use their magics and sheer strength to stop rising flood waters swamping the farm. The daughter of the family, age 18, kissed Amatu's cheek in both affection and thanks. -- Anon Guest

Amatu had faced a lot of reactions to his appearance and nature during his adventures. He had almost been run out of towns more than once. People tended to notice either the horns or the wings, never both at once. He had never, in his life, been kissed in thanks.

She was what the greater world called a Halfbred. The actual familial integrations were a little more complicated than mere halves. Her mother was half Deep Elf and half Arch Elf. Her father was a far more ordinary human. The result was... visually impactful. Grey-toned skin that was iridescent in the sun, and bright magenta hair that moved according to her mood. Yllayra was happy, so her curls bounced whenever she did not.

Amatu, freshly kissed and still having the stuffing squeezed out of him, turned bright red from top to toe. He lost all power of speech, and his runic halo caught on spectral fire. His wings flared out and fluffed up, and his spaded tail lifted to heights he had never before known possible.

Yllara giggled. Which made it all get worse. Mostly because she had dimples. "Have you never been kissed before, oh great hero?"

"Heba herrow wubba heeeeeeehhhh..." Amatu managed. He slowly reached up to touch his cheek as if sparks might fly.

Pondermore translated, "Take that as a 'no'. Pondermore thinks he likes you."

"Ibble bibble bibble," he squeaked.

Wraithvine's expression had gone entirely soft, and there was a small emotion leaking from one eye.

Rawr had closed his born-eye[1] to see something clearer. "Oh wow. Fireworks."

Vee walked to the other side of the wagon to make retching noises.

"One day, you not mind so much," said Pondermore. This only redoubled Vee's performance.

Amatu finally gained some words. "Kiss," he said. "Girl," he added. And then, still in shock, he said, "But we never made a Favour for each other yet."

The father, who had been watching it all, rolled his eyes and muttered, "Hillfolk," under his breath.

Their courtship was definitely going to be a spectator sport for all involved. Including the village kids.

[1] The eye he was born with, not the eye that Vee gifted him.

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