An old sketch of two old friends. Wax is the tall skinny one, Hearth the shorter one.

Wax easily befriended Hearth by being too magic-addled to care much about what Hearth looks like. This is not a virtuous spirit of acceptance, but rather a complete inability to actually be even momentarily astonished. His mind just accepts everything with a "yep, that's a magic thing," followed closely with a "how's this going to help me get some coffee?"

The GIMP.