Impulsive thoughts.

Like....

Chomp.

Kalaren bit Luxian's ear.

Luxian was in a sleepy state of bliss. All tucked up under the covers, arms wrapped around Kalaren, fluffy tail also wrapped around him, soft breaths against his neck. It was wonderful. Every so often, fluffy ears would twitch, something that happened when he was dreaming.

Another nap that had just happened to have happened when they were cuddling. It was difficult not to; Luxian always felt sleepy around Kalaren, a clear indicator that he felt safest around him.

All was calm here with the couple.

...

Was.

The moment Kalaren's teeth met Luxian's ear in a light bite, the vulpian's eyes shot open and out came a surprised yelp. His tail? Puffed up! Himself? A shock he didn't poof into his other form. But instead? He fell off.

He scrambled up and accidentally fell off the bed, landing with a thump on his butt. One blink. Two blinks. Then his ears lowered along the back of his head.

Something touched me.

Note to Kalaren, work on his impulse control.

By the time Luxian got up and spoke the donari was burning red. Embarrassment steaming off of him. Even if he didn't speak it would have been obvious who it was.

Here came the word vomit.

I'm sorry! We were cuddling and I woke up and I was getting antsy but I didn't want to wake you and I couldn't get my phone without moving you so I was just sitting there and I was thinking about alpacas but then I got bored of thinking of alpacas and before I could move onto the kettle corn industry I saw your ear and before I knew it I was biting it, I'm sorry you're just really bitable.

Pushing himself up from the floor, just to crawl back onto the bed, he leaned in to steal a kiss from Kalaren's pouty lips.

You're silly.

Another quick peck before he pulled back, now giving himself a moment to stretch. Rolling his shoulders back, he smiled at Kalaren, bringing his tail around him so he could carefully pet it and try to calm its poofiness.

You're also silly. You fell off the bed.

Because you scared him Kalaren. Sitting up more he hummed, looking to the door.

Hmm yes, getting up would be nice. I can make us something! Are you feeling a full meal or a snack? Like...hmmm...its a little rainy out we could do pumpkin soup and sandwiches? Something cozy?

Ooh we could have a rain day! Take Mochi out to hop in puddles, maybe go to the lake, then come back for movies and getting all cozy? Ooh or rainy hot springs? We could also just stay inside? Or make rain angels! Can you do that? Mud angels? You don't like mud though.

Luxian teased, lightly booping his nose before properly sitting down. HIs smile remained as he listened to Kalaren's ideas, a giggle falling when he started to list off a variety of ideas for what they could do together.

Pumpkin soup and sandwiches sounds great. And sure, why don't we take Mochi out to the lake and he can sit on a lily pad or something? I think that'd be cute! Then we can come back, watch movies after getting warmed up again. Also, no, I don't think you can make rain angels. It's a no for mud angels from me though, my sweet. It clings to my fur and yuck.

With a wide smile, seeing as the plans have been made, Luxian reached over to take Kalaren's hand to help him up.

Even the way he said it was like it was a conspiracy. No, Kalaren, it was you. You can't blame kettle corn on everything.

The poke to his nose did make him giggle and smile though. It really didn't take much to make him happy.

Okay! But maybe not swimming for Mochi. White tree frogs aren't the best swimmers. Probably the lack of braincells. Too busy thinking of crickets or something. But everything else sounds really fun!

You're furs too pretty to be muddy.

Well Luxian didn't have to ask him twice. Bounding up with a glee filled giggle as he took Luxian's hand and walked with him towards the kitchen.

Impulsive thoughts.

Like....

Chomp.

Kalaren bit Luxian's ear.

Luxian was in a sleepy state of bliss. All tucked up under the covers, arms wrapped around Kalaren, fluffy tail also wrapped around him, soft breaths against his neck. It was wonderful. Every so often, fluffy ears would twitch, something that happened when he was dreaming.

Another nap that had just happened to have happened when they were cuddling. It was difficult not to; Luxian always felt sleepy around Kalaren, a clear indicator that he felt safest around him.

All was calm here with the couple.

...

Was.

The moment Kalaren's teeth met Luxian's ear in a light bite, the vulpian's eyes shot open and out came a surprised yelp. His tail? Puffed up! Himself? A shock he didn't poof into his other form. But instead? He fell off.

He scrambled up and accidentally fell off the bed, landing with a thump on his butt. One blink. Two blinks. Then his ears lowered along the back of his head.

Something touched me.

Note to Kalaren, work on his impulse control.

By the time Luxian got up and spoke the donari was burning red. Embarrassment steaming off of him. Even if he didn't speak it would have been obvious who it was.

Here came the word vomit.

I'm sorry! We were cuddling and I woke up and I was getting antsy but I didn't want to wake you and I couldn't get my phone without moving you so I was just sitting there and I was thinking about alpacas but then I got bored of thinking of alpacas and before I could move onto the kettle corn industry I saw your ear and before I knew it I was biting it, I'm sorry you're just really bitable.

Pushing himself up from the floor, just to crawl back onto the bed, he leaned in to steal a kiss from Kalaren's pouty lips.

You're silly.

Another quick peck before he pulled back, now giving himself a moment to stretch. Rolling his shoulders back, he smiled at Kalaren, bringing his tail around him so he could carefully pet it and try to calm its poofiness.

You're also silly. You fell off the bed.

Because you scared him Kalaren. Sitting up more he hummed, looking to the door.

Hmm yes, getting up would be nice. I can make us something! Are you feeling a full meal or a snack? Like...hmmm...its a little rainy out we could do pumpkin soup and sandwiches? Something cozy?

Ooh we could have a rain day! Take Mochi out to hop in puddles, maybe go to the lake, then come back for movies and getting all cozy? Ooh or rainy hot springs? We could also just stay inside? Or make rain angels! Can you do that? Mud angels? You don't like mud though.

Impulsive thoughts.

Like....

Chomp.

Kalaren bit Luxian's ear.

Luxian was in a sleepy state of bliss. All tucked up under the covers, arms wrapped around Kalaren, fluffy tail also wrapped around him, soft breaths against his neck. It was wonderful. Every so often, fluffy ears would twitch, something that happened when he was dreaming.

Another nap that had just happened to have happened when they were cuddling. It was difficult not to; Luxian always felt sleepy around Kalaren, a clear indicator that he felt safest around him.

All was calm here with the couple.

...

Was.

The moment Kalaren's teeth met Luxian's ear in a light bite, the vulpian's eyes shot open and out came a surprised yelp. His tail? Puffed up! Himself? A shock he didn't poof into his other form. But instead? He fell off.

He scrambled up and accidentally fell off the bed, landing with a thump on his butt. One blink. Two blinks. Then his ears lowered along the back of his head.

Something touched me.

Note to Kalaren, work on his impulse control.

By the time Luxian got up and spoke the donari was burning red. Embarrassment steaming off of him. Even if he didn't speak it would have been obvious who it was.

Here came the word vomit.

I'm sorry! We were cuddling and I woke up and I was getting antsy but I didn't want to wake you and I couldn't get my phone without moving you so I was just sitting there and I was thinking about alpacas but then I got bored of thinking of alpacas and before I could move onto the kettle corn industry I saw your ear and before I knew it I was biting it, I'm sorry you're just really bitable.

Kal: Hi!! Kal: Are you busy or do you want to hang out, I miss you!

Nymphe was tiptoeing out of Churro's room when her phone chimed, sounding especially loud in the otherwise quiet room. She'd just spent the past hour and a half trying the little raccoon to sleep (he asked her to read him three bedtime stories! three! and two lullabies! can you believe that?).

Looking back to see if he was still asleep (and letting out a big sigh of relief once she confirmed that he was), she checked her phone.

Hearing the reply, he pulled his phone back out with a smile.

The moment he saw those pink locks he was jogging up with a beaming smile.

Kal! I missed you too! It has been a while, hasn't it?

Her bells chimed softly as she pulled back, head tilted.

Ooh, you said you wanted to do something adventureful—

Adventurous, Nymphe…

today, right? I brought snacks!

It has. Too long. You've been threading too much. Sewing? Threading? Playing cats cradle? Too many strings.

Excitedly nodding he gently rocked on his heels.

Adventurey, yes! Ooh what kind of snacks? I haven't had anything you've made in an even longer forever.

Most people there call it Weaving, though playing cats cradle is a rather accurate description too. I'll make sure to show you how it works next time you decide to visit.

Nymphe pulled back, her feet not quite touching the ground. As for the snacks…

That,

She giggled.

is a surprise. I'll show you once we get to…hm. Wherever we go! I'll let you decide, since I'm so nice.

Sure that sounds like fun. Are people even allowed at the Loom though? It has those big guards and seems like an important place. It feels wrong to just walk in.

His gaze moved back to the snacks before he giggled.

Not usually, but I'm sure it'd be fine! Plus, it's not like they can say no to me.

…Nymphe was used to doing what she wanted in the Loom. Her face lit up at his suggestion, her hair drifting up a little higher.

Kalaren was already bouncing on his toes he was so excited.

Kal: Hi!! Kal: Are you busy or do you want to hang out, I miss you!

Nymphe was tiptoeing out of Churro's room when her phone chimed, sounding especially loud in the otherwise quiet room. She'd just spent the past hour and a half trying the little raccoon to sleep (he asked her to read him three bedtime stories! three! and two lullabies! can you believe that?).

Looking back to see if he was still asleep (and letting out a big sigh of relief once she confirmed that he was), she checked her phone.

Hearing the reply, he pulled his phone back out with a smile.

The moment he saw those pink locks he was jogging up with a beaming smile.

Kal! I missed you too! It has been a while, hasn't it?

Her bells chimed softly as she pulled back, head tilted.

Ooh, you said you wanted to do something adventureful—

Adventurous, Nymphe…

today, right? I brought snacks!

It has. Too long. You've been threading too much. Sewing? Threading? Playing cats cradle? Too many strings.

Excitedly nodding he gently rocked on his heels.

Adventurey, yes! Ooh what kind of snacks? I haven't had anything you've made in an even longer forever.

Most people there call it Weaving, though playing cats cradle is a rather accurate description too. I'll make sure to show you how it works next time you decide to visit.

Nymphe pulled back, her feet not quite touching the ground. As for the snacks…

That,

She giggled.

is a surprise. I'll show you once we get to…hm. Wherever we go! I'll let you decide, since I'm so nice.

Sure that sounds like fun. Are people even allowed at the Loom though? It has those big guards and seems like an important place. It feels wrong to just walk in.

His gaze moved back to the snacks before he giggled.

Kal: Hi!! Kal: Are you busy or do you want to hang out, I miss you!

Nymphe was tiptoeing out of Churro's room when her phone chimed, sounding especially loud in the otherwise quiet room. She'd just spent the past hour and a half trying the little raccoon to sleep (he asked her to read him three bedtime stories! three! and two lullabies! can you believe that?).

Looking back to see if he was still asleep (and letting out a big sigh of relief once she confirmed that he was), she checked her phone.

Hearing the reply, he pulled his phone back out with a smile.

The moment he saw those pink locks he was jogging up with a beaming smile.

Kal! I missed you too! It has been a while, hasn't it?

Her bells chimed softly as she pulled back, head tilted.

Ooh, you said you wanted to do something adventureful—

Adventurous, Nymphe…

today, right? I brought snacks!

It has. Too long. You've been threading too much. Sewing? Threading? Playing cats cradle? Too many strings.

Excitedly nodding he gently rocked on his heels.

Adventurey, yes! Ooh what kind of snacks? I haven't had anything you've made in an even longer forever.

Oberon: It would seem third time is indeed the charm.

Oberon: Thank you for all your help. I do believe it made a difference.

...

Io: Apologies. Wrong phone.

Io: Anyway, Oberon wanted you to know he passed.

Kalaren blinked a few times. Sometimes people texted weird. Then he giggled at the mix-up.

Kal: YAY! Kal: We should celebrate! Kal: What do you want to do to celebrate? Cake? Party? Board games? Chess? Pin the tail on the donkey? -

Io: Yay, indeed!

Io: While those all sound very fun, he has cocooned himself away in his room.

Io: Long story.

Io: Though it's possible he'd come out if someone other than myself suggested it.

After getting ready and tucking Mochi in (saying bye), Kalaren was off to the reliquary! Yay new places and Olga the goose!

Hopping through the portal, he looked around.

Olga, of course, would greet him like an old friend. Why wouldn't she? Webbed feet plip-plapped over at top speed only to weave herself around his legs like a large, feathered cat.

Ah! Welcome! I see you're getting acquainted.

Io came down the front steps, waving him inside- eyes and hair glowing softly in the low light. Olga was welcome to follow. Much to Oberon's chagrin, she was an indoor-outdoor goose now.

Once inside, Kalaren would see the rows of shelves stretching ever onward to his left and right with the common area straight ahead. Little flame beings spilled from every corner and crevice to greet him- sputtering and sparking and climbing over one another to get a better look at the new friend.

You'll have to keep an eye out, they do tend to present a tripping hazard.

Io chuckled.

But, welcome, welcome! This is cave, sweet cave. It's good to finally have you.

Io led him to the kitchen- entire entourage in tow.

Coffee? Tea? Snacks? Nothing sweet, nor spicy.

Hi Io!

He beamed, following them inside. Seeing the little flame fellas, he was already crouching down and cooing more. Yep, here is came, his eyes were glossy. There was too much cute in too little time. He was ready to implode.

But then they were off to the kitchen, a little goodbye to his new friends.

It's nice in here. It reminds me of a little dragons den but neat and with books!

Oh a coffee would be great, thank you.

He smiled warmly, shocked Io remembered or even knew that about him.

Why that is the nicest thing anyone's ever said about our home! Thank you, dear.

To Io, who'd done most of the construction, that was as high praise as he could receive. A dragon in his den of books.

He started making the coffee, choosing the loudest, most colorful mug they had for the man.

Ah, you see, during the exam it seems he stripped the dust from his wings and bottled it up. Moon later smashed it (with good reason of course) though, without it, he lacks any magical capabilities until it grows back. It takes a lot out of him but, more than that, I think he's been in a state of reflection.

He handed over the coffee and showed him where there was milk and cream if desired.

His way of "coming down" from it all, as it were.

Did you guys make all of this yourself?

It would be a good call on the mug. Kalaren adored whimsical mugs. Even those cat ones where the ears threaten to poke out your eyes he liked.

Oh...

Kalaren paused, looking at his hands.

Does that mean he didn't pass again?

He really hoped that wasn't the case but it didn't sound good. Also it wasn't like Moon said who passed or who didn't, she didn't even mention Kal or Kaz to anyone.

I hope he's alright.

He said excitedly, leaning on the counter.

Well, not the cave itself. That was here. But everything within was carved and crafted by myself and Oberon. The double staircase to the second floor is my personal favorite.

As one might imagine the creation of the Reliquary had gone a little like this: Oberon handled the blueprints and planning, while Io may well have been building a pillow fort for all the fun he'd had.

Io clarified quickly at Kalaren's question.

Oh, no, no! He passed!

He's just...angsty that's all. He's always taken himself a bit too seriously if you ask me.

The man chuckled.

His head tilted a bit at that before he smiled and clapped.

Yay! We have to get him! We need to celebrate! I'm so proud of him! What does he like to do? We can set something up then surprise him with it! Like his favourite drinks, maybe get him a new book? Movies? Does he like movies? What about food? Set up some food and banners. Would he want any friends here for it? I'm sure we could find some to come. Maybe we should get balloons, or is he scared of balloons, somethings are scared of balloons. Or-

He went on for a long, long while. Until he paused, eyes lighting up.

Io chuckled as the list went on and on and on. He commented here and there, sneaking a word or two in edgewise.

He likes strong coffee... I think he's good on books... Sci-fi and action movies though...

There was a bit of a heavy pause at something Kalaren said. Io interjected softly.

I believe all his friends are currently in this room.

Io gave Kalaren a meaningful look.

And no. He's not frightened of balloons.

Another chuckle. He was just about to ask Kalaren whether or not he himself had celebrated yet when the Donari brought up the cat- the tessel.

Ember eyes widened.

Oberon...wants a tessel?

Well he talked about it and said it would be nice but had to talk to you about it. I take it he didn't yet. Maybe a pause on the tessel then. He did bring it up though, and the one he used to have. His favourite animal.

Well okay, what if we have a coffee tasting station, we can watch some sci-fi movies, decorate a bit, that type of thing. Oh does he like cake? Maybe we could bake him a cake...I can't bake.

Though he wished he *had* talked to him. There was no need to hold back. Io rolled his neck with a heavy sigh.

I think you've stumbled upon a wonderful idea but it would mean a trip to the Velari homeworld. A place I am not only unwelcome- but wanted. I doubt very much your sister would appreciate you traveling with someone being hunted for high treason.

Though it certainly wouldn't be my first or last time back there.

He crossed his arms.

I should, however, caution you. I am likely as dangerous in the kitchen as I am on any wanted poster.

He laughed. No seriously. If they tried to bake a cake something or someone may very well explode.

Though I'd be willing to try either depending on your level of comfort.

His flame colored head dipped to the side as he tilted his head.

My sister doesn't like most things so I wouldn't use that as a judgement of things.

And okay no kitchen then. I can cook but not bake. Baking is ridiculous.

Clapping his hands he giggled.

Okay, well why don't I go get the tessel and you stay to decorate? If you think he'd actually like that of course, I don't want to get him a pet when he doesn't really want one.

Smiling warmly he nodded.

He snapped his fingers, changing out his showy suit and cape for some jeans and a loose-fittng hooded sweatshirt. His hair dulled and faded to a burnt sort of brownish. About as un-Io as he could look. He sighed again.

How's this? I go with you. We portal in on the outskirts. The Velari are gentle people, no issue there. But you see anyone with hair like mine we leave immediately. With or without the cat.

Fair?

A little flick of the wrist and he was holding an old, faded picture. One he'd pulled from Oberon's desk. In it was young mothen man with far fewer scars holding a two-tailed cat. He looked....happy.

This is what we're looking for.

And yes, I do believe this would mean the world to him. I'm honestly a bit disappointed I hadn't thought of it myself.

He gave Kalaren a grin.

Oberon deserved that cat.

With the cat, full stop, then you have a deal.

A soft smile on his face. Perhaps asking Io to have some faith in them both.

Looking at the picture, he softly cooed and nodded.

We can say you thought of it, I mean I can't get there without you. Teamwork. You can even add the bow.

With the cat.

He nodded. Guess they were doing this.

He opened a portal to a world as dark and starry as the one outside the Reliquary.

Credit where credit is due, my friend.

He laughed, inviting Kalaren to step through first. Assuming he did, Io followed close behind, the portal disappearing behind them.

I suppose it's a good thing our dear Oberon isn't a caterpillar! Though I fear you may be onto something with him turning to soup. He's been known to bed rot from time to time.

The world around them shined like a summer night on a full moon. Fireflies danced through the air. Dew on the tall grass glistened in the breeze. In the distance, lights could be seen from a town that bustled with activity, though they stood near a tree line where a forest glowed faint blue with bioluminescent moss. So serene you would never know the place was under silent siege.

Obie's home world.

He said softly. Always in awe of the place so vastly different from his own birth realm. He clapped his hands together.

With the cat.

He nodded happily. Soon skipping through the portal that Io opened. Kalaren was in complete awe from it all. It was a beautiful place. Like standing in a glade at night, dew drops and crickets singing in the moonlight. Even the moss bringing little lights to the darkness.

Kaz bed rots a lot too. Maybe they could do it together. Body doubling or whatever. Together, but doing nothing.

It's beautiful here. Oddly cozy. It feels magical.

Looking over at the man, Kalaren smiled warmly. A small hum before looking to the woods.

His shoulders relaxed as they looked around.

Magical, indeed. This was my home for many years as well. I'd like to return someday.

He could happily live out his days here in the darkness. The irony not lost on him.

Forest it is!

The forest was dense and yet the glowing moss and luminant insects kept it from being cast into obscurity. Io led them toward a geothermal pool not too far in where animals often gathered for water and warmth. Steam thickened as they neared and paw prints on the ground showed they'd made the right call.

Surely enough, as they entered the edge of a clearing, several creatures could be seen cautiously mingling. Scaley creatures that were shaped like dogs. Tiny deer the size of house cats. And, speaking of house cats, there amongst them was their target in question. A smooth tawny coat. Two tails. Closer in size to a Maine Coon than your average lap cat.

Io raised his eyebrows at Kalaren.

You're up.

So why don't you?

Soon they were in the forest though, Kalaren cooing and aweing at what he saw while trying to stay quiet. It was so pretty here. Actually he was collecting some of the moss for Mochi's home.

Then they came across the clearing, his eyes already going wide and watering a bit. Too cute. All of them were too cute.

I got it.

He giggled in a hushed tone. Sneaking into the opening and going slowly. Once a little closer, he just sat down and pulled out the treats. Just waiting. Eventually the tessel noticed. Smelling the air before padding over.

The thing about most donari is they didn't emit frequencies that were much different from nature and existence itself. It was like finding food on the ground. No fear to be had. It's also why animals liked Moon even though she was terrifying.

Carefully scooping it up, cooing, and a few tears, he walked over to Io.

The Velari home world is currently under control of the Aurathi- my species. I've been exiled under sentence from both this place and my home world for committing high treason against the empire. Meaning I've lost all rights to live here aaaaand there's a significant bounty on my head.

He shrugged with an innocent smile, but after a moment the smile faded.

No amount of treason can undo the harm I'd already done, however.

I'm very fortunate Oberon accepted me as I am.

The sunny man finished quietly.

But perhaps one day we can return here together. That's the hope, anyway.

He clapped his hand.

It's cat catching time!

Watching in near awe as Kalaren claimed the large cat with ease, he gave the Donari a couple congratulatory pats on the shoulder.

Incredible work! You made that look easy!

We have all the necessities. Oberon can pick out whatever accessories he'd like later on. For now, let's get...

He looked the creature over quickly.

...her home, shall we?

Giggling he cooed at the cat and gave her little scratches.

To Obie!

With a soft giggle he walked through the portal. All in all a great little gathering mission!

As much as I like the sound of that last option, I think he's been through enough as it is.

Io laughed, holding his sides. Kalaren was a hoot. With a little wave he led him up the stairs and to the right, knocking a couple times to no answer before gently pushing open the door.

The room was small and fairly tidy. A twin bed in the far corner that was currently unoccupied. A dresser for his clothes with a fancy looking surfboard leaning up against it. There was a small bookshelf full of work books and manga with figurines from anime and some knickknacks throughout. A My Chemical Romance poster along with a couple other favorite Earth bands. And in the center, connected to the cave walls by wispy looking white threads, was a large coccoon the size and shape of a hammock.

Io nodded for Kalaren to go ahead. Speak. Shout. Put the cat on the sleeping moth. Whatever he wanted.

Sneaking up the stairs with Io they made it to Oberon's room. Actually it was a lot like Kaztor's. Just two emo boys in a sunshine world. Or with sunshine best friends. Either way not great for them. Kalaren and Io adopted introverts! Ironic because Kaztor went to Kalaren first when he was still scared and shy.

Anyways, surprise time. Walking up the the cocoon, Kalaren tapped on it.

Oberon? It's time to get up. We have to celebrate you passing! Wakey wakey! No turning to soup in there.

Why are you talking like...

A hand reached out to shoo the man away and instead came in contact with the tessel's tawny fur.

...

He sat up, silver eyes blinking in confusion at Kalaren for just a moment before jolting backward in the cocoon.

What are you-??

Wait for it...

Why are you-??

Wait for it.......

Is that...?

All Kalaren would see next is a rush of blue as Oberon did something he never....EVER....does. In an instant he was out of the cocoon, arms around the tessel and Kalaren- face buried enough to hide the tears welling up. With a hand, he waved for Io to bring it in. Had they really risked life and limb all over a cat?

You're insane.

Both of you.

I know you mentioned wanting one again, then Io knew where to find them...we figured that you deserved it for passing your test.

Oh and also we will still be celebrating but she's your present. Teamwork.

Once they pulled away, he gently handed over Oberon's new baby.

We're proud of you!

I still can't believe-

Okay, now he was laughing. Free hand waving them both off.

Good call on the baking. Unless you like fire. A lot of it.

He gave Io a pointed look that turned into one of confusion. The man was still in jeans and sweatshirt. His hair, at least was back to normal. Shaking his head, Oberon turned back to Kalaren.

You've done enough as it is. We were supposed to celebrate you too. What do you want? Games? Movies?

Hells, Io turned the stairs into a slip and slide once.

Ooh! Oberon can make a giant fort from his cocoon threads!

Don't tell- ugh. That's embarrassing.

Nonsense, you worked really hard and that should be celebrated. Plus I had my celebration with family, this is about you. We can celebrate me a different time if you want but today is all about you.

Come on is there anything you've always really wanted to try but never have? Sky diving? Cave diving? Making snow angels? Visiting a random realm? Fighting a bear? Come on Obie, the skies the limit!

Kalaren giggled, arms wide and all. But then he looked to the fluffins in his arms.

Oberon: It would seem third time is indeed the charm.

Oberon: Thank you for all your help. I do believe it made a difference.

...

Io: Apologies. Wrong phone.

Io: Anyway, Oberon wanted you to know he passed.

Kalaren blinked a few times. Sometimes people texted weird. Then he giggled at the mix-up.

Kal: YAY! Kal: We should celebrate! Kal: What do you want to do to celebrate? Cake? Party? Board games? Chess? Pin the tail on the donkey? -

Io: Yay, indeed!

Io: While those all sound very fun, he has cocooned himself away in his room.

Io: Long story.

Io: Though it's possible he'd come out if someone other than myself suggested it.

After getting ready and tucking Mochi in (saying bye), Kalaren was off to the reliquary! Yay new places and Olga the goose!

Hopping through the portal, he looked around.

Olga, of course, would greet him like an old friend. Why wouldn't she? Webbed feet plip-plapped over at top speed only to weave herself around his legs like a large, feathered cat.

Ah! Welcome! I see you're getting acquainted.

Io came down the front steps, waving him inside- eyes and hair glowing softly in the low light. Olga was welcome to follow. Much to Oberon's chagrin, she was an indoor-outdoor goose now.

Once inside, Kalaren would see the rows of shelves stretching ever onward to his left and right with the common area straight ahead. Little flame beings spilled from every corner and crevice to greet him- sputtering and sparking and climbing over one another to get a better look at the new friend.

You'll have to keep an eye out, they do tend to present a tripping hazard.

Io chuckled.

But, welcome, welcome! This is cave, sweet cave. It's good to finally have you.

Io led him to the kitchen- entire entourage in tow.

Coffee? Tea? Snacks? Nothing sweet, nor spicy.

Hi Io!

He beamed, following them inside. Seeing the little flame fellas, he was already crouching down and cooing more. Yep, here is came, his eyes were glossy. There was too much cute in too little time. He was ready to implode.

But then they were off to the kitchen, a little goodbye to his new friends.

It's nice in here. It reminds me of a little dragons den but neat and with books!

Oh a coffee would be great, thank you.

He smiled warmly, shocked Io remembered or even knew that about him.

Why that is the nicest thing anyone's ever said about our home! Thank you, dear.

To Io, who'd done most of the construction, that was as high praise as he could receive. A dragon in his den of books.

He started making the coffee, choosing the loudest, most colorful mug they had for the man.

Ah, you see, during the exam it seems he stripped the dust from his wings and bottled it up. Moon later smashed it (with good reason of course) though, without it, he lacks any magical capabilities until it grows back. It takes a lot out of him but, more than that, I think he's been in a state of reflection.

He handed over the coffee and showed him where there was milk and cream if desired.

His way of "coming down" from it all, as it were.

Did you guys make all of this yourself?

It would be a good call on the mug. Kalaren adored whimsical mugs. Even those cat ones where the ears threaten to poke out your eyes he liked.

Oh...

Kalaren paused, looking at his hands.

Does that mean he didn't pass again?

He really hoped that wasn't the case but it didn't sound good. Also it wasn't like Moon said who passed or who didn't, she didn't even mention Kal or Kaz to anyone.

I hope he's alright.

He said excitedly, leaning on the counter.

Well, not the cave itself. That was here. But everything within was carved and crafted by myself and Oberon. The double staircase to the second floor is my personal favorite.

As one might imagine the creation of the Reliquary had gone a little like this: Oberon handled the blueprints and planning, while Io may well have been building a pillow fort for all the fun he'd had.

Io clarified quickly at Kalaren's question.

Oh, no, no! He passed!

He's just...angsty that's all. He's always taken himself a bit too seriously if you ask me.

The man chuckled.

His head tilted a bit at that before he smiled and clapped.

Yay! We have to get him! We need to celebrate! I'm so proud of him! What does he like to do? We can set something up then surprise him with it! Like his favourite drinks, maybe get him a new book? Movies? Does he like movies? What about food? Set up some food and banners. Would he want any friends here for it? I'm sure we could find some to come. Maybe we should get balloons, or is he scared of balloons, somethings are scared of balloons. Or-

He went on for a long, long while. Until he paused, eyes lighting up.

Io chuckled as the list went on and on and on. He commented here and there, sneaking a word or two in edgewise.

He likes strong coffee... I think he's good on books... Sci-fi and action movies though...

There was a bit of a heavy pause at something Kalaren said. Io interjected softly.

I believe all his friends are currently in this room.

Io gave Kalaren a meaningful look.

And no. He's not frightened of balloons.

Another chuckle. He was just about to ask Kalaren whether or not he himself had celebrated yet when the Donari brought up the cat- the tessel.

Ember eyes widened.

Oberon...wants a tessel?

Well he talked about it and said it would be nice but had to talk to you about it. I take it he didn't yet. Maybe a pause on the tessel then. He did bring it up though, and the one he used to have. His favourite animal.

Well okay, what if we have a coffee tasting station, we can watch some sci-fi movies, decorate a bit, that type of thing. Oh does he like cake? Maybe we could bake him a cake...I can't bake.

Though he wished he *had* talked to him. There was no need to hold back. Io rolled his neck with a heavy sigh.

I think you've stumbled upon a wonderful idea but it would mean a trip to the Velari homeworld. A place I am not only unwelcome- but wanted. I doubt very much your sister would appreciate you traveling with someone being hunted for high treason.

Though it certainly wouldn't be my first or last time back there.

He crossed his arms.

I should, however, caution you. I am likely as dangerous in the kitchen as I am on any wanted poster.

He laughed. No seriously. If they tried to bake a cake something or someone may very well explode.

Though I'd be willing to try either depending on your level of comfort.

His flame colored head dipped to the side as he tilted his head.

My sister doesn't like most things so I wouldn't use that as a judgement of things.

And okay no kitchen then. I can cook but not bake. Baking is ridiculous.

Clapping his hands he giggled.

Okay, well why don't I go get the tessel and you stay to decorate? If you think he'd actually like that of course, I don't want to get him a pet when he doesn't really want one.

Smiling warmly he nodded.

He snapped his fingers, changing out his showy suit and cape for some jeans and a loose-fittng hooded sweatshirt. His hair dulled and faded to a burnt sort of brownish. About as un-Io as he could look. He sighed again.

How's this? I go with you. We portal in on the outskirts. The Velari are gentle people, no issue there. But you see anyone with hair like mine we leave immediately. With or without the cat.

Fair?

A little flick of the wrist and he was holding an old, faded picture. One he'd pulled from Oberon's desk. In it was young mothen man with far fewer scars holding a two-tailed cat. He looked....happy.

This is what we're looking for.

And yes, I do believe this would mean the world to him. I'm honestly a bit disappointed I hadn't thought of it myself.

He gave Kalaren a grin.

Oberon deserved that cat.

With the cat, full stop, then you have a deal.

A soft smile on his face. Perhaps asking Io to have some faith in them both.

Looking at the picture, he softly cooed and nodded.

We can say you thought of it, I mean I can't get there without you. Teamwork. You can even add the bow.

With the cat.

He nodded. Guess they were doing this.

He opened a portal to a world as dark and starry as the one outside the Reliquary.

Credit where credit is due, my friend.

He laughed, inviting Kalaren to step through first. Assuming he did, Io followed close behind, the portal disappearing behind them.

I suppose it's a good thing our dear Oberon isn't a caterpillar! Though I fear you may be onto something with him turning to soup. He's been known to bed rot from time to time.

The world around them shined like a summer night on a full moon. Fireflies danced through the air. Dew on the tall grass glistened in the breeze. In the distance, lights could be seen from a town that bustled with activity, though they stood near a tree line where a forest glowed faint blue with bioluminescent moss. So serene you would never know the place was under silent siege.

Obie's home world.

He said softly. Always in awe of the place so vastly different from his own birth realm. He clapped his hands together.

With the cat.

He nodded happily. Soon skipping through the portal that Io opened. Kalaren was in complete awe from it all. It was a beautiful place. Like standing in a glade at night, dew drops and crickets singing in the moonlight. Even the moss bringing little lights to the darkness.

Kaz bed rots a lot too. Maybe they could do it together. Body doubling or whatever. Together, but doing nothing.

It's beautiful here. Oddly cozy. It feels magical.

Looking over at the man, Kalaren smiled warmly. A small hum before looking to the woods.

His shoulders relaxed as they looked around.

Magical, indeed. This was my home for many years as well. I'd like to return someday.

He could happily live out his days here in the darkness. The irony not lost on him.

Forest it is!

The forest was dense and yet the glowing moss and luminant insects kept it from being cast into obscurity. Io led them toward a geothermal pool not too far in where animals often gathered for water and warmth. Steam thickened as they neared and paw prints on the ground showed they'd made the right call.

Surely enough, as they entered the edge of a clearing, several creatures could be seen cautiously mingling. Scaley creatures that were shaped like dogs. Tiny deer the size of house cats. And, speaking of house cats, there amongst them was their target in question. A smooth tawny coat. Two tails. Closer in size to a Maine Coon than your average lap cat.

Io raised his eyebrows at Kalaren.

You're up.

So why don't you?

Soon they were in the forest though, Kalaren cooing and aweing at what he saw while trying to stay quiet. It was so pretty here. Actually he was collecting some of the moss for Mochi's home.

Then they came across the clearing, his eyes already going wide and watering a bit. Too cute. All of them were too cute.

I got it.

He giggled in a hushed tone. Sneaking into the opening and going slowly. Once a little closer, he just sat down and pulled out the treats. Just waiting. Eventually the tessel noticed. Smelling the air before padding over.

The thing about most donari is they didn't emit frequencies that were much different from nature and existence itself. It was like finding food on the ground. No fear to be had. It's also why animals liked Moon even though she was terrifying.

Carefully scooping it up, cooing, and a few tears, he walked over to Io.

The Velari home world is currently under control of the Aurathi- my species. I've been exiled under sentence from both this place and my home world for committing high treason against the empire. Meaning I've lost all rights to live here aaaaand there's a significant bounty on my head.

He shrugged with an innocent smile, but after a moment the smile faded.

No amount of treason can undo the harm I'd already done, however.

I'm very fortunate Oberon accepted me as I am.

The sunny man finished quietly.

But perhaps one day we can return here together. That's the hope, anyway.

He clapped his hand.

It's cat catching time!

Watching in near awe as Kalaren claimed the large cat with ease, he gave the Donari a couple congratulatory pats on the shoulder.

Incredible work! You made that look easy!

We have all the necessities. Oberon can pick out whatever accessories he'd like later on. For now, let's get...

He looked the creature over quickly.

...her home, shall we?

Giggling he cooed at the cat and gave her little scratches.

To Obie!

With a soft giggle he walked through the portal. All in all a great little gathering mission!

As much as I like the sound of that last option, I think he's been through enough as it is.

Io laughed, holding his sides. Kalaren was a hoot. With a little wave he led him up the stairs and to the right, knocking a couple times to no answer before gently pushing open the door.

The room was small and fairly tidy. A twin bed in the far corner that was currently unoccupied. A dresser for his clothes with a fancy looking surfboard leaning up against it. There was a small bookshelf full of work books and manga with figurines from anime and some knickknacks throughout. A My Chemical Romance poster along with a couple other favorite Earth bands. And in the center, connected to the cave walls by wispy looking white threads, was a large coccoon the size and shape of a hammock.

Io nodded for Kalaren to go ahead. Speak. Shout. Put the cat on the sleeping moth. Whatever he wanted.

Sneaking up the stairs with Io they made it to Oberon's room. Actually it was a lot like Kaztor's. Just two emo boys in a sunshine world. Or with sunshine best friends. Either way not great for them. Kalaren and Io adopted introverts! Ironic because Kaztor went to Kalaren first when he was still scared and shy.

Anyways, surprise time. Walking up the the cocoon, Kalaren tapped on it.

Oberon? It's time to get up. We have to celebrate you passing! Wakey wakey! No turning to soup in there.

Why are you talking like...

A hand reached out to shoo the man away and instead came in contact with the tessel's tawny fur.

...

He sat up, silver eyes blinking in confusion at Kalaren for just a moment before jolting backward in the cocoon.

What are you-??

Wait for it...

Why are you-??

Wait for it.......

Is that...?

All Kalaren would see next is a rush of blue as Oberon did something he never....EVER....does. In an instant he was out of the cocoon, arms around the tessel and Kalaren- face buried enough to hide the tears welling up. With a hand, he waved for Io to bring it in. Had they really risked life and limb all over a cat?

You're insane.

Both of you.

I know you mentioned wanting one again, then Io knew where to find them...we figured that you deserved it for passing your test.

Oh and also we will still be celebrating but she's your present. Teamwork.

Once they pulled away, he gently handed over Oberon's new baby.

We're proud of you!

Oberon: It would seem third time is indeed the charm.

Oberon: Thank you for all your help. I do believe it made a difference.

...

Io: Apologies. Wrong phone.

Io: Anyway, Oberon wanted you to know he passed.

Kalaren blinked a few times. Sometimes people texted weird. Then he giggled at the mix-up.

Kal: YAY! Kal: We should celebrate! Kal: What do you want to do to celebrate? Cake? Party? Board games? Chess? Pin the tail on the donkey? -

Io: Yay, indeed!

Io: While those all sound very fun, he has cocooned himself away in his room.

Io: Long story.

Io: Though it's possible he'd come out if someone other than myself suggested it.

After getting ready and tucking Mochi in (saying bye), Kalaren was off to the reliquary! Yay new places and Olga the goose!

Hopping through the portal, he looked around.

Olga, of course, would greet him like an old friend. Why wouldn't she? Webbed feet plip-plapped over at top speed only to weave herself around his legs like a large, feathered cat.

Ah! Welcome! I see you're getting acquainted.

Io came down the front steps, waving him inside- eyes and hair glowing softly in the low light. Olga was welcome to follow. Much to Oberon's chagrin, she was an indoor-outdoor goose now.

Once inside, Kalaren would see the rows of shelves stretching ever onward to his left and right with the common area straight ahead. Little flame beings spilled from every corner and crevice to greet him- sputtering and sparking and climbing over one another to get a better look at the new friend.

You'll have to keep an eye out, they do tend to present a tripping hazard.

Io chuckled.

But, welcome, welcome! This is cave, sweet cave. It's good to finally have you.

Io led him to the kitchen- entire entourage in tow.

Coffee? Tea? Snacks? Nothing sweet, nor spicy.

Hi Io!

He beamed, following them inside. Seeing the little flame fellas, he was already crouching down and cooing more. Yep, here is came, his eyes were glossy. There was too much cute in too little time. He was ready to implode.

But then they were off to the kitchen, a little goodbye to his new friends.

It's nice in here. It reminds me of a little dragons den but neat and with books!

Oh a coffee would be great, thank you.

He smiled warmly, shocked Io remembered or even knew that about him.

Why that is the nicest thing anyone's ever said about our home! Thank you, dear.

To Io, who'd done most of the construction, that was as high praise as he could receive. A dragon in his den of books.

He started making the coffee, choosing the loudest, most colorful mug they had for the man.

Ah, you see, during the exam it seems he stripped the dust from his wings and bottled it up. Moon later smashed it (with good reason of course) though, without it, he lacks any magical capabilities until it grows back. It takes a lot out of him but, more than that, I think he's been in a state of reflection.

He handed over the coffee and showed him where there was milk and cream if desired.

His way of "coming down" from it all, as it were.

Did you guys make all of this yourself?

It would be a good call on the mug. Kalaren adored whimsical mugs. Even those cat ones where the ears threaten to poke out your eyes he liked.

Oh...

Kalaren paused, looking at his hands.

Does that mean he didn't pass again?

He really hoped that wasn't the case but it didn't sound good. Also it wasn't like Moon said who passed or who didn't, she didn't even mention Kal or Kaz to anyone.

I hope he's alright.

He said excitedly, leaning on the counter.

Well, not the cave itself. That was here. But everything within was carved and crafted by myself and Oberon. The double staircase to the second floor is my personal favorite.

As one might imagine the creation of the Reliquary had gone a little like this: Oberon handled the blueprints and planning, while Io may well have been building a pillow fort for all the fun he'd had.

Io clarified quickly at Kalaren's question.

Oh, no, no! He passed!

He's just...angsty that's all. He's always taken himself a bit too seriously if you ask me.

The man chuckled.

His head tilted a bit at that before he smiled and clapped.

Yay! We have to get him! We need to celebrate! I'm so proud of him! What does he like to do? We can set something up then surprise him with it! Like his favourite drinks, maybe get him a new book? Movies? Does he like movies? What about food? Set up some food and banners. Would he want any friends here for it? I'm sure we could find some to come. Maybe we should get balloons, or is he scared of balloons, somethings are scared of balloons. Or-

He went on for a long, long while. Until he paused, eyes lighting up.

Io chuckled as the list went on and on and on. He commented here and there, sneaking a word or two in edgewise.

He likes strong coffee... I think he's good on books... Sci-fi and action movies though...

There was a bit of a heavy pause at something Kalaren said. Io interjected softly.

I believe all his friends are currently in this room.

Io gave Kalaren a meaningful look.

And no. He's not frightened of balloons.

Another chuckle. He was just about to ask Kalaren whether or not he himself had celebrated yet when the Donari brought up the cat- the tessel.

Ember eyes widened.

Oberon...wants a tessel?

Well he talked about it and said it would be nice but had to talk to you about it. I take it he didn't yet. Maybe a pause on the tessel then. He did bring it up though, and the one he used to have. His favourite animal.

Well okay, what if we have a coffee tasting station, we can watch some sci-fi movies, decorate a bit, that type of thing. Oh does he like cake? Maybe we could bake him a cake...I can't bake.

Though he wished he *had* talked to him. There was no need to hold back. Io rolled his neck with a heavy sigh.

I think you've stumbled upon a wonderful idea but it would mean a trip to the Velari homeworld. A place I am not only unwelcome- but wanted. I doubt very much your sister would appreciate you traveling with someone being hunted for high treason.

Though it certainly wouldn't be my first or last time back there.

He crossed his arms.

I should, however, caution you. I am likely as dangerous in the kitchen as I am on any wanted poster.

He laughed. No seriously. If they tried to bake a cake something or someone may very well explode.

Though I'd be willing to try either depending on your level of comfort.

His flame colored head dipped to the side as he tilted his head.

My sister doesn't like most things so I wouldn't use that as a judgement of things.

And okay no kitchen then. I can cook but not bake. Baking is ridiculous.

Clapping his hands he giggled.

Okay, well why don't I go get the tessel and you stay to decorate? If you think he'd actually like that of course, I don't want to get him a pet when he doesn't really want one.

Smiling warmly he nodded.

He snapped his fingers, changing out his showy suit and cape for some jeans and a loose-fittng hooded sweatshirt. His hair dulled and faded to a burnt sort of brownish. About as un-Io as he could look. He sighed again.

How's this? I go with you. We portal in on the outskirts. The Velari are gentle people, no issue there. But you see anyone with hair like mine we leave immediately. With or without the cat.

Fair?

A little flick of the wrist and he was holding an old, faded picture. One he'd pulled from Oberon's desk. In it was young mothen man with far fewer scars holding a two-tailed cat. He looked....happy.

This is what we're looking for.

And yes, I do believe this would mean the world to him. I'm honestly a bit disappointed I hadn't thought of it myself.

He gave Kalaren a grin.

Oberon deserved that cat.

With the cat, full stop, then you have a deal.

A soft smile on his face. Perhaps asking Io to have some faith in them both.

Looking at the picture, he softly cooed and nodded.

We can say you thought of it, I mean I can't get there without you. Teamwork. You can even add the bow.

With the cat.

He nodded. Guess they were doing this.

He opened a portal to a world as dark and starry as the one outside the Reliquary.

Credit where credit is due, my friend.

He laughed, inviting Kalaren to step through first. Assuming he did, Io followed close behind, the portal disappearing behind them.

I suppose it's a good thing our dear Oberon isn't a caterpillar! Though I fear you may be onto something with him turning to soup. He's been known to bed rot from time to time.

The world around them shined like a summer night on a full moon. Fireflies danced through the air. Dew on the tall grass glistened in the breeze. In the distance, lights could be seen from a town that bustled with activity, though they stood near a tree line where a forest glowed faint blue with bioluminescent moss. So serene you would never know the place was under silent siege.

Obie's home world.

He said softly. Always in awe of the place so vastly different from his own birth realm. He clapped his hands together.

With the cat.

He nodded happily. Soon skipping through the portal that Io opened. Kalaren was in complete awe from it all. It was a beautiful place. Like standing in a glade at night, dew drops and crickets singing in the moonlight. Even the moss bringing little lights to the darkness.

Kaz bed rots a lot too. Maybe they could do it together. Body doubling or whatever. Together, but doing nothing.

It's beautiful here. Oddly cozy. It feels magical.

Looking over at the man, Kalaren smiled warmly. A small hum before looking to the woods.

His shoulders relaxed as they looked around.

Magical, indeed. This was my home for many years as well. I'd like to return someday.

He could happily live out his days here in the darkness. The irony not lost on him.

Forest it is!

The forest was dense and yet the glowing moss and luminant insects kept it from being cast into obscurity. Io led them toward a geothermal pool not too far in where animals often gathered for water and warmth. Steam thickened as they neared and paw prints on the ground showed they'd made the right call.

Surely enough, as they entered the edge of a clearing, several creatures could be seen cautiously mingling. Scaley creatures that were shaped like dogs. Tiny deer the size of house cats. And, speaking of house cats, there amongst them was their target in question. A smooth tawny coat. Two tails. Closer in size to a Maine Coon than your average lap cat.

Io raised his eyebrows at Kalaren.

You're up.

So why don't you?

Soon they were in the forest though, Kalaren cooing and aweing at what he saw while trying to stay quiet. It was so pretty here. Actually he was collecting some of the moss for Mochi's home.

Then they came across the clearing, his eyes already going wide and watering a bit. Too cute. All of them were too cute.

I got it.

He giggled in a hushed tone. Sneaking into the opening and going slowly. Once a little closer, he just sat down and pulled out the treats. Just waiting. Eventually the tessel noticed. Smelling the air before padding over.

The thing about most donari is they didn't emit frequencies that were much different from nature and existence itself. It was like finding food on the ground. No fear to be had. It's also why animals liked Moon even though she was terrifying.

Carefully scooping it up, cooing, and a few tears, he walked over to Io.

The Velari home world is currently under control of the Aurathi- my species. I've been exiled under sentence from both this place and my home world for committing high treason against the empire. Meaning I've lost all rights to live here aaaaand there's a significant bounty on my head.

He shrugged with an innocent smile, but after a moment the smile faded.

No amount of treason can undo the harm I'd already done, however.

I'm very fortunate Oberon accepted me as I am.

The sunny man finished quietly.

But perhaps one day we can return here together. That's the hope, anyway.

He clapped his hand.

It's cat catching time!

Watching in near awe as Kalaren claimed the large cat with ease, he gave the Donari a couple congratulatory pats on the shoulder.

Incredible work! You made that look easy!

We have all the necessities. Oberon can pick out whatever accessories he'd like later on. For now, let's get...

He looked the creature over quickly.

...her home, shall we?

Giggling he cooed at the cat and gave her little scratches.

To Obie!

With a soft giggle he walked through the portal. All in all a great little gathering mission!

As much as I like the sound of that last option, I think he's been through enough as it is.

Io laughed, holding his sides. Kalaren was a hoot. With a little wave he led him up the stairs and to the right, knocking a couple times to no answer before gently pushing open the door.

The room was small and fairly tidy. A twin bed in the far corner that was currently unoccupied. A dresser for his clothes with a fancy looking surfboard leaning up against it. There was a small bookshelf full of work books and manga with figurines from anime and some knickknacks throughout. A My Chemical Romance poster along with a couple other favorite Earth bands. And in the center, connected to the cave walls by wispy looking white threads, was a large coccoon the size and shape of a hammock.

Io nodded for Kalaren to go ahead. Speak. Shout. Put the cat on the sleeping moth. Whatever he wanted.

Sneaking up the stairs with Io they made it to Oberon's room. Actually it was a lot like Kaztor's. Just two emo boys in a sunshine world. Or with sunshine best friends. Either way not great for them. Kalaren and Io adopted introverts! Ironic because Kaztor went to Kalaren first when he was still scared and shy.

Anyways, surprise time. Walking up the the cocoon, Kalaren tapped on it.

Oberon? It's time to get up. We have to celebrate you passing! Wakey wakey! No turning to soup in there.

Oberon: It would seem third time is indeed the charm.

Oberon: Thank you for all your help. I do believe it made a difference.

...

Io: Apologies. Wrong phone.

Io: Anyway, Oberon wanted you to know he passed.

Kalaren blinked a few times. Sometimes people texted weird. Then he giggled at the mix-up.

Kal: YAY! Kal: We should celebrate! Kal: What do you want to do to celebrate? Cake? Party? Board games? Chess? Pin the tail on the donkey? -

Io: Yay, indeed!

Io: While those all sound very fun, he has cocooned himself away in his room.

Io: Long story.

Io: Though it's possible he'd come out if someone other than myself suggested it.

After getting ready and tucking Mochi in (saying bye), Kalaren was off to the reliquary! Yay new places and Olga the goose!

Hopping through the portal, he looked around.

Olga, of course, would greet him like an old friend. Why wouldn't she? Webbed feet plip-plapped over at top speed only to weave herself around his legs like a large, feathered cat.

Ah! Welcome! I see you're getting acquainted.

Io came down the front steps, waving him inside- eyes and hair glowing softly in the low light. Olga was welcome to follow. Much to Oberon's chagrin, she was an indoor-outdoor goose now.

Once inside, Kalaren would see the rows of shelves stretching ever onward to his left and right with the common area straight ahead. Little flame beings spilled from every corner and crevice to greet him- sputtering and sparking and climbing over one another to get a better look at the new friend.

You'll have to keep an eye out, they do tend to present a tripping hazard.

Io chuckled.

But, welcome, welcome! This is cave, sweet cave. It's good to finally have you.

Io led him to the kitchen- entire entourage in tow.

Coffee? Tea? Snacks? Nothing sweet, nor spicy.

Hi Io!

He beamed, following them inside. Seeing the little flame fellas, he was already crouching down and cooing more. Yep, here is came, his eyes were glossy. There was too much cute in too little time. He was ready to implode.

But then they were off to the kitchen, a little goodbye to his new friends.

It's nice in here. It reminds me of a little dragons den but neat and with books!

Oh a coffee would be great, thank you.

He smiled warmly, shocked Io remembered or even knew that about him.

Why that is the nicest thing anyone's ever said about our home! Thank you, dear.

To Io, who'd done most of the construction, that was as high praise as he could receive. A dragon in his den of books.

He started making the coffee, choosing the loudest, most colorful mug they had for the man.

Ah, you see, during the exam it seems he stripped the dust from his wings and bottled it up. Moon later smashed it (with good reason of course) though, without it, he lacks any magical capabilities until it grows back. It takes a lot out of him but, more than that, I think he's been in a state of reflection.

He handed over the coffee and showed him where there was milk and cream if desired.

His way of "coming down" from it all, as it were.

Did you guys make all of this yourself?

It would be a good call on the mug. Kalaren adored whimsical mugs. Even those cat ones where the ears threaten to poke out your eyes he liked.

Oh...

Kalaren paused, looking at his hands.

Does that mean he didn't pass again?

He really hoped that wasn't the case but it didn't sound good. Also it wasn't like Moon said who passed or who didn't, she didn't even mention Kal or Kaz to anyone.

I hope he's alright.

He said excitedly, leaning on the counter.

Well, not the cave itself. That was here. But everything within was carved and crafted by myself and Oberon. The double staircase to the second floor is my personal favorite.

As one might imagine the creation of the Reliquary had gone a little like this: Oberon handled the blueprints and planning, while Io may well have been building a pillow fort for all the fun he'd had.

Io clarified quickly at Kalaren's question.

Oh, no, no! He passed!

He's just...angsty that's all. He's always taken himself a bit too seriously if you ask me.

The man chuckled.

His head tilted a bit at that before he smiled and clapped.

Yay! We have to get him! We need to celebrate! I'm so proud of him! What does he like to do? We can set something up then surprise him with it! Like his favourite drinks, maybe get him a new book? Movies? Does he like movies? What about food? Set up some food and banners. Would he want any friends here for it? I'm sure we could find some to come. Maybe we should get balloons, or is he scared of balloons, somethings are scared of balloons. Or-

He went on for a long, long while. Until he paused, eyes lighting up.

Io chuckled as the list went on and on and on. He commented here and there, sneaking a word or two in edgewise.

He likes strong coffee... I think he's good on books... Sci-fi and action movies though...

There was a bit of a heavy pause at something Kalaren said. Io interjected softly.

I believe all his friends are currently in this room.

Io gave Kalaren a meaningful look.

And no. He's not frightened of balloons.

Another chuckle. He was just about to ask Kalaren whether or not he himself had celebrated yet when the Donari brought up the cat- the tessel.

Ember eyes widened.

Oberon...wants a tessel?

Well he talked about it and said it would be nice but had to talk to you about it. I take it he didn't yet. Maybe a pause on the tessel then. He did bring it up though, and the one he used to have. His favourite animal.

Well okay, what if we have a coffee tasting station, we can watch some sci-fi movies, decorate a bit, that type of thing. Oh does he like cake? Maybe we could bake him a cake...I can't bake.

Though he wished he *had* talked to him. There was no need to hold back. Io rolled his neck with a heavy sigh.

I think you've stumbled upon a wonderful idea but it would mean a trip to the Velari homeworld. A place I am not only unwelcome- but wanted. I doubt very much your sister would appreciate you traveling with someone being hunted for high treason.

Though it certainly wouldn't be my first or last time back there.

He crossed his arms.

I should, however, caution you. I am likely as dangerous in the kitchen as I am on any wanted poster.

He laughed. No seriously. If they tried to bake a cake something or someone may very well explode.

Though I'd be willing to try either depending on your level of comfort.

His flame colored head dipped to the side as he tilted his head.

My sister doesn't like most things so I wouldn't use that as a judgement of things.

And okay no kitchen then. I can cook but not bake. Baking is ridiculous.

Clapping his hands he giggled.

Okay, well why don't I go get the tessel and you stay to decorate? If you think he'd actually like that of course, I don't want to get him a pet when he doesn't really want one.

Smiling warmly he nodded.

He snapped his fingers, changing out his showy suit and cape for some jeans and a loose-fittng hooded sweatshirt. His hair dulled and faded to a burnt sort of brownish. About as un-Io as he could look. He sighed again.

How's this? I go with you. We portal in on the outskirts. The Velari are gentle people, no issue there. But you see anyone with hair like mine we leave immediately. With or without the cat.

Fair?

A little flick of the wrist and he was holding an old, faded picture. One he'd pulled from Oberon's desk. In it was young mothen man with far fewer scars holding a two-tailed cat. He looked....happy.

This is what we're looking for.

And yes, I do believe this would mean the world to him. I'm honestly a bit disappointed I hadn't thought of it myself.

He gave Kalaren a grin.

Oberon deserved that cat.

With the cat, full stop, then you have a deal.

A soft smile on his face. Perhaps asking Io to have some faith in them both.

Looking at the picture, he softly cooed and nodded.

We can say you thought of it, I mean I can't get there without you. Teamwork. You can even add the bow.

With the cat.

He nodded. Guess they were doing this.

He opened a portal to a world as dark and starry as the one outside the Reliquary.

Credit where credit is due, my friend.

He laughed, inviting Kalaren to step through first. Assuming he did, Io followed close behind, the portal disappearing behind them.

I suppose it's a good thing our dear Oberon isn't a caterpillar! Though I fear you may be onto something with him turning to soup. He's been known to bed rot from time to time.

The world around them shined like a summer night on a full moon. Fireflies danced through the air. Dew on the tall grass glistened in the breeze. In the distance, lights could be seen from a town that bustled with activity, though they stood near a tree line where a forest glowed faint blue with bioluminescent moss. So serene you would never know the place was under silent siege.

Obie's home world.

He said softly. Always in awe of the place so vastly different from his own birth realm. He clapped his hands together.

With the cat.

He nodded happily. Soon skipping through the portal that Io opened. Kalaren was in complete awe from it all. It was a beautiful place. Like standing in a glade at night, dew drops and crickets singing in the moonlight. Even the moss bringing little lights to the darkness.

Kaz bed rots a lot too. Maybe they could do it together. Body doubling or whatever. Together, but doing nothing.

It's beautiful here. Oddly cozy. It feels magical.

Looking over at the man, Kalaren smiled warmly. A small hum before looking to the woods.

His shoulders relaxed as they looked around.

Magical, indeed. This was my home for many years as well. I'd like to return someday.

He could happily live out his days here in the darkness. The irony not lost on him.

Forest it is!

The forest was dense and yet the glowing moss and luminant insects kept it from being cast into obscurity. Io led them toward a geothermal pool not too far in where animals often gathered for water and warmth. Steam thickened as they neared and paw prints on the ground showed they'd made the right call.

Surely enough, as they entered the edge of a clearing, several creatures could be seen cautiously mingling. Scaley creatures that were shaped like dogs. Tiny deer the size of house cats. And, speaking of house cats, there amongst them was their target in question. A smooth tawny coat. Two tails. Closer in size to a Maine Coon than your average lap cat.

Io raised his eyebrows at Kalaren.

You're up.

So why don't you?

Soon they were in the forest though, Kalaren cooing and aweing at what he saw while trying to stay quiet. It was so pretty here. Actually he was collecting some of the moss for Mochi's home.

Then they came across the clearing, his eyes already going wide and watering a bit. Too cute. All of them were too cute.

I got it.

He giggled in a hushed tone. Sneaking into the opening and going slowly. Once a little closer, he just sat down and pulled out the treats. Just waiting. Eventually the tessel noticed. Smelling the air before padding over.

The thing about most donari is they didn't emit frequencies that were much different from nature and existence itself. It was like finding food on the ground. No fear to be had. It's also why animals liked Moon even though she was terrifying.

Carefully scooping it up, cooing, and a few tears, he walked over to Io.

The Velari home world is currently under control of the Aurathi- my species. I've been exiled under sentence from both this place and my home world for committing high treason against the empire. Meaning I've lost all rights to live here aaaaand there's a significant bounty on my head.

He shrugged with an innocent smile, but after a moment the smile faded.

No amount of treason can undo the harm I'd already done, however.

I'm very fortunate Oberon accepted me as I am.

The sunny man finished quietly.

But perhaps one day we can return here together. That's the hope, anyway.

He clapped his hand.

It's cat catching time!

Watching in near awe as Kalaren claimed the large cat with ease, he gave the Donari a couple congratulatory pats on the shoulder.

Incredible work! You made that look easy!

We have all the necessities. Oberon can pick out whatever accessories he'd like later on. For now, let's get...

He looked the creature over quickly.

...her home, shall we?

Giggling he cooed at the cat and gave her little scratches.

To Obie!

With a soft giggle he walked through the portal. All in all a great little gathering mission!

Kal: Hi!! Kal: Are you busy or do you want to hang out, I miss you!

Nymphe was tiptoeing out of Churro's room when her phone chimed, sounding especially loud in the otherwise quiet room. She'd just spent the past hour and a half trying the little raccoon to sleep (he asked her to read him three bedtime stories! three! and two lullabies! can you believe that?).

Looking back to see if he was still asleep (and letting out a big sigh of relief once she confirmed that he was), she checked her phone.

Hearing the reply, he pulled his phone back out with a smile.

The moment he saw those pink locks he was jogging up with a beaming smile.

Kal: Hi!! Kal: Are you busy or do you want to hang out, I miss you!

Nymphe was tiptoeing out of Churro's room when her phone chimed, sounding especially loud in the otherwise quiet room. She'd just spent the past hour and a half trying the little raccoon to sleep (he asked her to read him three bedtime stories! three! and two lullabies! can you believe that?).

Looking back to see if he was still asleep (and letting out a big sigh of relief once she confirmed that he was), she checked her phone.

Hearing the reply, he pulled his phone back out with a smile.

Oberon: It would seem third time is indeed the charm.

Oberon: Thank you for all your help. I do believe it made a difference.

...

Io: Apologies. Wrong phone.

Io: Anyway, Oberon wanted you to know he passed.

Kalaren blinked a few times. Sometimes people texted weird. Then he giggled at the mix-up.

Kal: YAY! Kal: We should celebrate! Kal: What do you want to do to celebrate? Cake? Party? Board games? Chess? Pin the tail on the donkey? -

Io: Yay, indeed!

Io: While those all sound very fun, he has cocooned himself away in his room.

Io: Long story.

Io: Though it's possible he'd come out if someone other than myself suggested it.

After getting ready and tucking Mochi in (saying bye), Kalaren was off to the reliquary! Yay new places and Olga the goose!

Hopping through the portal, he looked around.

Olga, of course, would greet him like an old friend. Why wouldn't she? Webbed feet plip-plapped over at top speed only to weave herself around his legs like a large, feathered cat.

Ah! Welcome! I see you're getting acquainted.

Io came down the front steps, waving him inside- eyes and hair glowing softly in the low light. Olga was welcome to follow. Much to Oberon's chagrin, she was an indoor-outdoor goose now.

Once inside, Kalaren would see the rows of shelves stretching ever onward to his left and right with the common area straight ahead. Little flame beings spilled from every corner and crevice to greet him- sputtering and sparking and climbing over one another to get a better look at the new friend.

You'll have to keep an eye out, they do tend to present a tripping hazard.

Io chuckled.

But, welcome, welcome! This is cave, sweet cave. It's good to finally have you.

Io led him to the kitchen- entire entourage in tow.

Coffee? Tea? Snacks? Nothing sweet, nor spicy.

Hi Io!

He beamed, following them inside. Seeing the little flame fellas, he was already crouching down and cooing more. Yep, here is came, his eyes were glossy. There was too much cute in too little time. He was ready to implode.

But then they were off to the kitchen, a little goodbye to his new friends.

It's nice in here. It reminds me of a little dragons den but neat and with books!

Oh a coffee would be great, thank you.

He smiled warmly, shocked Io remembered or even knew that about him.

Why that is the nicest thing anyone's ever said about our home! Thank you, dear.

To Io, who'd done most of the construction, that was as high praise as he could receive. A dragon in his den of books.

He started making the coffee, choosing the loudest, most colorful mug they had for the man.

Ah, you see, during the exam it seems he stripped the dust from his wings and bottled it up. Moon later smashed it (with good reason of course) though, without it, he lacks any magical capabilities until it grows back. It takes a lot out of him but, more than that, I think he's been in a state of reflection.

He handed over the coffee and showed him where there was milk and cream if desired.

His way of "coming down" from it all, as it were.

Did you guys make all of this yourself?

It would be a good call on the mug. Kalaren adored whimsical mugs. Even those cat ones where the ears threaten to poke out your eyes he liked.

Oh...

Kalaren paused, looking at his hands.

Does that mean he didn't pass again?

He really hoped that wasn't the case but it didn't sound good. Also it wasn't like Moon said who passed or who didn't, she didn't even mention Kal or Kaz to anyone.

I hope he's alright.

He said excitedly, leaning on the counter.

Well, not the cave itself. That was here. But everything within was carved and crafted by myself and Oberon. The double staircase to the second floor is my personal favorite.

As one might imagine the creation of the Reliquary had gone a little like this: Oberon handled the blueprints and planning, while Io may well have been building a pillow fort for all the fun he'd had.

Io clarified quickly at Kalaren's question.

Oh, no, no! He passed!

He's just...angsty that's all. He's always taken himself a bit too seriously if you ask me.

The man chuckled.

His head tilted a bit at that before he smiled and clapped.

Yay! We have to get him! We need to celebrate! I'm so proud of him! What does he like to do? We can set something up then surprise him with it! Like his favourite drinks, maybe get him a new book? Movies? Does he like movies? What about food? Set up some food and banners. Would he want any friends here for it? I'm sure we could find some to come. Maybe we should get balloons, or is he scared of balloons, somethings are scared of balloons. Or-

He went on for a long, long while. Until he paused, eyes lighting up.

Io chuckled as the list went on and on and on. He commented here and there, sneaking a word or two in edgewise.

He likes strong coffee... I think he's good on books... Sci-fi and action movies though...

There was a bit of a heavy pause at something Kalaren said. Io interjected softly.

I believe all his friends are currently in this room.

Io gave Kalaren a meaningful look.

And no. He's not frightened of balloons.

Another chuckle. He was just about to ask Kalaren whether or not he himself had celebrated yet when the Donari brought up the cat- the tessel.

Ember eyes widened.

Oberon...wants a tessel?

Well he talked about it and said it would be nice but had to talk to you about it. I take it he didn't yet. Maybe a pause on the tessel then. He did bring it up though, and the one he used to have. His favourite animal.

Well okay, what if we have a coffee tasting station, we can watch some sci-fi movies, decorate a bit, that type of thing. Oh does he like cake? Maybe we could bake him a cake...I can't bake.

Though he wished he *had* talked to him. There was no need to hold back. Io rolled his neck with a heavy sigh.

I think you've stumbled upon a wonderful idea but it would mean a trip to the Velari homeworld. A place I am not only unwelcome- but wanted. I doubt very much your sister would appreciate you traveling with someone being hunted for high treason.

Though it certainly wouldn't be my first or last time back there.

He crossed his arms.

I should, however, caution you. I am likely as dangerous in the kitchen as I am on any wanted poster.

He laughed. No seriously. If they tried to bake a cake something or someone may very well explode.

Though I'd be willing to try either depending on your level of comfort.

His flame colored head dipped to the side as he tilted his head.

My sister doesn't like most things so I wouldn't use that as a judgement of things.

And okay no kitchen then. I can cook but not bake. Baking is ridiculous.

Clapping his hands he giggled.

Okay, well why don't I go get the tessel and you stay to decorate? If you think he'd actually like that of course, I don't want to get him a pet when he doesn't really want one.

Smiling warmly he nodded.

He snapped his fingers, changing out his showy suit and cape for some jeans and a loose-fittng hooded sweatshirt. His hair dulled and faded to a burnt sort of brownish. About as un-Io as he could look. He sighed again.

How's this? I go with you. We portal in on the outskirts. The Velari are gentle people, no issue there. But you see anyone with hair like mine we leave immediately. With or without the cat.

Fair?

A little flick of the wrist and he was holding an old, faded picture. One he'd pulled from Oberon's desk. In it was young mothen man with far fewer scars holding a two-tailed cat. He looked....happy.

This is what we're looking for.

And yes, I do believe this would mean the world to him. I'm honestly a bit disappointed I hadn't thought of it myself.

He gave Kalaren a grin.

Oberon deserved that cat.

With the cat, full stop, then you have a deal.

A soft smile on his face. Perhaps asking Io to have some faith in them both.

Looking at the picture, he softly cooed and nodded.

We can say you thought of it, I mean I can't get there without you. Teamwork. You can even add the bow.

With the cat.

He nodded. Guess they were doing this.

He opened a portal to a world as dark and starry as the one outside the Reliquary.

Credit where credit is due, my friend.

He laughed, inviting Kalaren to step through first. Assuming he did, Io followed close behind, the portal disappearing behind them.

I suppose it's a good thing our dear Oberon isn't a caterpillar! Though I fear you may be onto something with him turning to soup. He's been known to bed rot from time to time.

The world around them shined like a summer night on a full moon. Fireflies danced through the air. Dew on the tall grass glistened in the breeze. In the distance, lights could be seen from a town that bustled with activity, though they stood near a tree line where a forest glowed faint blue with bioluminescent moss. So serene you would never know the place was under silent siege.

Obie's home world.

He said softly. Always in awe of the place so vastly different from his own birth realm. He clapped his hands together.

With the cat.

He nodded happily. Soon skipping through the portal that Io opened. Kalaren was in complete awe from it all. It was a beautiful place. Like standing in a glade at night, dew drops and crickets singing in the moonlight. Even the moss bringing little lights to the darkness.

Kaz bed rots a lot too. Maybe they could do it together. Body doubling or whatever. Together, but doing nothing.

It's beautiful here. Oddly cozy. It feels magical.

Looking over at the man, Kalaren smiled warmly. A small hum before looking to the woods.

His shoulders relaxed as they looked around.

Magical, indeed. This was my home for many years as well. I'd like to return someday.

He could happily live out his days here in the darkness. The irony not lost on him.

Forest it is!

The forest was dense and yet the glowing moss and luminant insects kept it from being cast into obscurity. Io led them toward a geothermal pool not too far in where animals often gathered for water and warmth. Steam thickened as they neared and paw prints on the ground showed they'd made the right call.

Surely enough, as they entered the edge of a clearing, several creatures could be seen cautiously mingling. Scaley creatures that were shaped like dogs. Tiny deer the size of house cats. And, speaking of house cats, there amongst them was their target in question. A smooth tawny coat. Two tails. Closer in size to a Maine Coon than your average lap cat.

Io raised his eyebrows at Kalaren.

You're up.

So why don't you?

Soon they were in the forest though, Kalaren cooing and aweing at what he saw while trying to stay quiet. It was so pretty here. Actually he was collecting some of the moss for Mochi's home.

Then they came across the clearing, his eyes already going wide and watering a bit. Too cute. All of them were too cute.

I got it.

He giggled in a hushed tone. Sneaking into the opening and going slowly. Once a little closer, he just sat down and pulled out the treats. Just waiting. Eventually the tessel noticed. Smelling the air before padding over.

The thing about most donari is they didn't emit frequencies that were much different from nature and existence itself. It was like finding food on the ground. No fear to be had. It's also why animals liked Moon even though she was terrifying.

Carefully scooping it up, cooing, and a few tears, he walked over to Io.

Oberon: It would seem third time is indeed the charm.

Oberon: Thank you for all your help. I do believe it made a difference.

...

Io: Apologies. Wrong phone.

Io: Anyway, Oberon wanted you to know he passed.

Kalaren blinked a few times. Sometimes people texted weird. Then he giggled at the mix-up.

Kal: YAY! Kal: We should celebrate! Kal: What do you want to do to celebrate? Cake? Party? Board games? Chess? Pin the tail on the donkey? -

Io: Yay, indeed!

Io: While those all sound very fun, he has cocooned himself away in his room.

Io: Long story.

Io: Though it's possible he'd come out if someone other than myself suggested it.

After getting ready and tucking Mochi in (saying bye), Kalaren was off to the reliquary! Yay new places and Olga the goose!

Hopping through the portal, he looked around.

Olga, of course, would greet him like an old friend. Why wouldn't she? Webbed feet plip-plapped over at top speed only to weave herself around his legs like a large, feathered cat.

Ah! Welcome! I see you're getting acquainted.

Io came down the front steps, waving him inside- eyes and hair glowing softly in the low light. Olga was welcome to follow. Much to Oberon's chagrin, she was an indoor-outdoor goose now.

Once inside, Kalaren would see the rows of shelves stretching ever onward to his left and right with the common area straight ahead. Little flame beings spilled from every corner and crevice to greet him- sputtering and sparking and climbing over one another to get a better look at the new friend.

You'll have to keep an eye out, they do tend to present a tripping hazard.

Io chuckled.

But, welcome, welcome! This is cave, sweet cave. It's good to finally have you.

Io led him to the kitchen- entire entourage in tow.

Coffee? Tea? Snacks? Nothing sweet, nor spicy.

Hi Io!

He beamed, following them inside. Seeing the little flame fellas, he was already crouching down and cooing more. Yep, here is came, his eyes were glossy. There was too much cute in too little time. He was ready to implode.

But then they were off to the kitchen, a little goodbye to his new friends.

It's nice in here. It reminds me of a little dragons den but neat and with books!

Oh a coffee would be great, thank you.

He smiled warmly, shocked Io remembered or even knew that about him.

Why that is the nicest thing anyone's ever said about our home! Thank you, dear.

To Io, who'd done most of the construction, that was as high praise as he could receive. A dragon in his den of books.

He started making the coffee, choosing the loudest, most colorful mug they had for the man.

Ah, you see, during the exam it seems he stripped the dust from his wings and bottled it up. Moon later smashed it (with good reason of course) though, without it, he lacks any magical capabilities until it grows back. It takes a lot out of him but, more than that, I think he's been in a state of reflection.

He handed over the coffee and showed him where there was milk and cream if desired.

His way of "coming down" from it all, as it were.

Did you guys make all of this yourself?

It would be a good call on the mug. Kalaren adored whimsical mugs. Even those cat ones where the ears threaten to poke out your eyes he liked.

Oh...

Kalaren paused, looking at his hands.

Does that mean he didn't pass again?

He really hoped that wasn't the case but it didn't sound good. Also it wasn't like Moon said who passed or who didn't, she didn't even mention Kal or Kaz to anyone.

I hope he's alright.

He said excitedly, leaning on the counter.

Well, not the cave itself. That was here. But everything within was carved and crafted by myself and Oberon. The double staircase to the second floor is my personal favorite.

As one might imagine the creation of the Reliquary had gone a little like this: Oberon handled the blueprints and planning, while Io may well have been building a pillow fort for all the fun he'd had.

Io clarified quickly at Kalaren's question.

Oh, no, no! He passed!

He's just...angsty that's all. He's always taken himself a bit too seriously if you ask me.

The man chuckled.

His head tilted a bit at that before he smiled and clapped.

Yay! We have to get him! We need to celebrate! I'm so proud of him! What does he like to do? We can set something up then surprise him with it! Like his favourite drinks, maybe get him a new book? Movies? Does he like movies? What about food? Set up some food and banners. Would he want any friends here for it? I'm sure we could find some to come. Maybe we should get balloons, or is he scared of balloons, somethings are scared of balloons. Or-

He went on for a long, long while. Until he paused, eyes lighting up.

Io chuckled as the list went on and on and on. He commented here and there, sneaking a word or two in edgewise.

He likes strong coffee... I think he's good on books... Sci-fi and action movies though...

There was a bit of a heavy pause at something Kalaren said. Io interjected softly.

I believe all his friends are currently in this room.

Io gave Kalaren a meaningful look.

And no. He's not frightened of balloons.

Another chuckle. He was just about to ask Kalaren whether or not he himself had celebrated yet when the Donari brought up the cat- the tessel.

Ember eyes widened.

Oberon...wants a tessel?

Well he talked about it and said it would be nice but had to talk to you about it. I take it he didn't yet. Maybe a pause on the tessel then. He did bring it up though, and the one he used to have. His favourite animal.

Well okay, what if we have a coffee tasting station, we can watch some sci-fi movies, decorate a bit, that type of thing. Oh does he like cake? Maybe we could bake him a cake...I can't bake.

Though he wished he *had* talked to him. There was no need to hold back. Io rolled his neck with a heavy sigh.

I think you've stumbled upon a wonderful idea but it would mean a trip to the Velari homeworld. A place I am not only unwelcome- but wanted. I doubt very much your sister would appreciate you traveling with someone being hunted for high treason.

Though it certainly wouldn't be my first or last time back there.

He crossed his arms.

I should, however, caution you. I am likely as dangerous in the kitchen as I am on any wanted poster.

He laughed. No seriously. If they tried to bake a cake something or someone may very well explode.

Though I'd be willing to try either depending on your level of comfort.

His flame colored head dipped to the side as he tilted his head.

My sister doesn't like most things so I wouldn't use that as a judgement of things.

And okay no kitchen then. I can cook but not bake. Baking is ridiculous.

Clapping his hands he giggled.

Okay, well why don't I go get the tessel and you stay to decorate? If you think he'd actually like that of course, I don't want to get him a pet when he doesn't really want one.

Smiling warmly he nodded.

He snapped his fingers, changing out his showy suit and cape for some jeans and a loose-fittng hooded sweatshirt. His hair dulled and faded to a burnt sort of brownish. About as un-Io as he could look. He sighed again.

How's this? I go with you. We portal in on the outskirts. The Velari are gentle people, no issue there. But you see anyone with hair like mine we leave immediately. With or without the cat.

Fair?

A little flick of the wrist and he was holding an old, faded picture. One he'd pulled from Oberon's desk. In it was young mothen man with far fewer scars holding a two-tailed cat. He looked....happy.

This is what we're looking for.

And yes, I do believe this would mean the world to him. I'm honestly a bit disappointed I hadn't thought of it myself.

He gave Kalaren a grin.

Oberon deserved that cat.

With the cat, full stop, then you have a deal.

A soft smile on his face. Perhaps asking Io to have some faith in them both.

Looking at the picture, he softly cooed and nodded.

We can say you thought of it, I mean I can't get there without you. Teamwork. You can even add the bow.

With the cat.

He nodded. Guess they were doing this.

He opened a portal to a world as dark and starry as the one outside the Reliquary.

Credit where credit is due, my friend.

He laughed, inviting Kalaren to step through first. Assuming he did, Io followed close behind, the portal disappearing behind them.

I suppose it's a good thing our dear Oberon isn't a caterpillar! Though I fear you may be onto something with him turning to soup. He's been known to bed rot from time to time.

The world around them shined like a summer night on a full moon. Fireflies danced through the air. Dew on the tall grass glistened in the breeze. In the distance, lights could be seen from a town that bustled with activity, though they stood near a tree line where a forest glowed faint blue with bioluminescent moss. So serene you would never know the place was under silent siege.

Obie's home world.

He said softly. Always in awe of the place so vastly different from his own birth realm. He clapped his hands together.

With the cat.

He nodded happily. Soon skipping through the portal that Io opened. Kalaren was in complete awe from it all. It was a beautiful place. Like standing in a glade at night, dew drops and crickets singing in the moonlight. Even the moss bringing little lights to the darkness.

Kaz bed rots a lot too. Maybe they could do it together. Body doubling or whatever. Together, but doing nothing.

It's beautiful here. Oddly cozy. It feels magical.

Looking over at the man, Kalaren smiled warmly. A small hum before looking to the woods.

Oberon: It would seem third time is indeed the charm.

Oberon: Thank you for all your help. I do believe it made a difference.

...

Io: Apologies. Wrong phone.

Io: Anyway, Oberon wanted you to know he passed.

Kalaren blinked a few times. Sometimes people texted weird. Then he giggled at the mix-up.

Kal: YAY! Kal: We should celebrate! Kal: What do you want to do to celebrate? Cake? Party? Board games? Chess? Pin the tail on the donkey? -

Io: Yay, indeed!

Io: While those all sound very fun, he has cocooned himself away in his room.

Io: Long story.

Io: Though it's possible he'd come out if someone other than myself suggested it.

After getting ready and tucking Mochi in (saying bye), Kalaren was off to the reliquary! Yay new places and Olga the goose!

Hopping through the portal, he looked around.

Olga, of course, would greet him like an old friend. Why wouldn't she? Webbed feet plip-plapped over at top speed only to weave herself around his legs like a large, feathered cat.

Ah! Welcome! I see you're getting acquainted.

Io came down the front steps, waving him inside- eyes and hair glowing softly in the low light. Olga was welcome to follow. Much to Oberon's chagrin, she was an indoor-outdoor goose now.

Once inside, Kalaren would see the rows of shelves stretching ever onward to his left and right with the common area straight ahead. Little flame beings spilled from every corner and crevice to greet him- sputtering and sparking and climbing over one another to get a better look at the new friend.

You'll have to keep an eye out, they do tend to present a tripping hazard.

Io chuckled.

But, welcome, welcome! This is cave, sweet cave. It's good to finally have you.

Io led him to the kitchen- entire entourage in tow.

Coffee? Tea? Snacks? Nothing sweet, nor spicy.

Hi Io!

He beamed, following them inside. Seeing the little flame fellas, he was already crouching down and cooing more. Yep, here is came, his eyes were glossy. There was too much cute in too little time. He was ready to implode.

But then they were off to the kitchen, a little goodbye to his new friends.

It's nice in here. It reminds me of a little dragons den but neat and with books!

Oh a coffee would be great, thank you.

He smiled warmly, shocked Io remembered or even knew that about him.

Why that is the nicest thing anyone's ever said about our home! Thank you, dear.

To Io, who'd done most of the construction, that was as high praise as he could receive. A dragon in his den of books.

He started making the coffee, choosing the loudest, most colorful mug they had for the man.

Ah, you see, during the exam it seems he stripped the dust from his wings and bottled it up. Moon later smashed it (with good reason of course) though, without it, he lacks any magical capabilities until it grows back. It takes a lot out of him but, more than that, I think he's been in a state of reflection.

He handed over the coffee and showed him where there was milk and cream if desired.

His way of "coming down" from it all, as it were.

Did you guys make all of this yourself?

It would be a good call on the mug. Kalaren adored whimsical mugs. Even those cat ones where the ears threaten to poke out your eyes he liked.

Oh...

Kalaren paused, looking at his hands.

Does that mean he didn't pass again?

He really hoped that wasn't the case but it didn't sound good. Also it wasn't like Moon said who passed or who didn't, she didn't even mention Kal or Kaz to anyone.

I hope he's alright.

He said excitedly, leaning on the counter.

Well, not the cave itself. That was here. But everything within was carved and crafted by myself and Oberon. The double staircase to the second floor is my personal favorite.

As one might imagine the creation of the Reliquary had gone a little like this: Oberon handled the blueprints and planning, while Io may well have been building a pillow fort for all the fun he'd had.

Io clarified quickly at Kalaren's question.

Oh, no, no! He passed!

He's just...angsty that's all. He's always taken himself a bit too seriously if you ask me.

The man chuckled.

His head tilted a bit at that before he smiled and clapped.

Yay! We have to get him! We need to celebrate! I'm so proud of him! What does he like to do? We can set something up then surprise him with it! Like his favourite drinks, maybe get him a new book? Movies? Does he like movies? What about food? Set up some food and banners. Would he want any friends here for it? I'm sure we could find some to come. Maybe we should get balloons, or is he scared of balloons, somethings are scared of balloons. Or-

He went on for a long, long while. Until he paused, eyes lighting up.

Io chuckled as the list went on and on and on. He commented here and there, sneaking a word or two in edgewise.

He likes strong coffee... I think he's good on books... Sci-fi and action movies though...

There was a bit of a heavy pause at something Kalaren said. Io interjected softly.

I believe all his friends are currently in this room.

Io gave Kalaren a meaningful look.

And no. He's not frightened of balloons.

Another chuckle. He was just about to ask Kalaren whether or not he himself had celebrated yet when the Donari brought up the cat- the tessel.

Ember eyes widened.

Oberon...wants a tessel?

Well he talked about it and said it would be nice but had to talk to you about it. I take it he didn't yet. Maybe a pause on the tessel then. He did bring it up though, and the one he used to have. His favourite animal.

Well okay, what if we have a coffee tasting station, we can watch some sci-fi movies, decorate a bit, that type of thing. Oh does he like cake? Maybe we could bake him a cake...I can't bake.

Though he wished he *had* talked to him. There was no need to hold back. Io rolled his neck with a heavy sigh.

I think you've stumbled upon a wonderful idea but it would mean a trip to the Velari homeworld. A place I am not only unwelcome- but wanted. I doubt very much your sister would appreciate you traveling with someone being hunted for high treason.

Though it certainly wouldn't be my first or last time back there.

He crossed his arms.

I should, however, caution you. I am likely as dangerous in the kitchen as I am on any wanted poster.

He laughed. No seriously. If they tried to bake a cake something or someone may very well explode.

Though I'd be willing to try either depending on your level of comfort.

His flame colored head dipped to the side as he tilted his head.

My sister doesn't like most things so I wouldn't use that as a judgement of things.

And okay no kitchen then. I can cook but not bake. Baking is ridiculous.

Clapping his hands he giggled.

Okay, well why don't I go get the tessel and you stay to decorate? If you think he'd actually like that of course, I don't want to get him a pet when he doesn't really want one.

Smiling warmly he nodded.

He snapped his fingers, changing out his showy suit and cape for some jeans and a loose-fittng hooded sweatshirt. His hair dulled and faded to a burnt sort of brownish. About as un-Io as he could look. He sighed again.

How's this? I go with you. We portal in on the outskirts. The Velari are gentle people, no issue there. But you see anyone with hair like mine we leave immediately. With or without the cat.

Fair?

A little flick of the wrist and he was holding an old, faded picture. One he'd pulled from Oberon's desk. In it was young mothen man with far fewer scars holding a two-tailed cat. He looked....happy.

This is what we're looking for.

And yes, I do believe this would mean the world to him. I'm honestly a bit disappointed I hadn't thought of it myself.

He gave Kalaren a grin.

Oberon deserved that cat.

With the cat, full stop, then you have a deal.

A soft smile on his face. Perhaps asking Io to have some faith in them both.

Looking at the picture, he softly cooed and nodded.

We can say you thought of it, I mean I can't get there without you. Teamwork. You can even add the bow.