#apexquartz

Relic has little interest in the house she’s been “assigned”. It’s probably solid enough in the physical sense, but it isn’t home. If she’s going to be stuck in this place for the foreseeable future, she might as well make herself comfortable.

This place is called the Mistwood. It’s not home either, but it’s close. Rebuilding her home will take time, so for now, she focuses on what’s familiar - starting a fire.

They looked over their bedroom, and gathered things someone would need for going to bed. A blanket, that was obvious. A pillow? They liked a pillow to sleep on, but maybe for someone like Jasper, she’d be fine without it. Maybe she’d even like a rock. They were given a storybook by someone once, who thought they were a kid, they could grab that too. And, of course, the stuffed lion they bought at a store, that also let them customise it to look a little more like Iyrndhem. It had the little furry jacket and everything.

It was just comforting.

Oh, they should also grab a hairbrush. If she’s going to be laying in the dirt with a head of hair like that? She’ll need a hairbrush.

Everything was bundled up in the blanket, that was tied up on the top to keep it all secure. Then they ran, like they were used to, when carrying a bundle or barrel or box. Eventually, they made it to the park, and set the bundle down. As they started to untie it, they looked over their shoulder at Jasper.

       usually, kharza was the one getting the stares, but this time it was their turn to look up at the imposing figure with some surprise. among orcs, they were rather small - but this person was even taller and larger than even orc chieftains. a dremora? dremora were usually larger than most and had horns and all manner of unique appearances, but they hadn’t heard of one this size - and... this person didn’t feel like one. 

While these circumstances were far from ideal for a number of reasons, there were at least a handful of things that Ratatosk didn’t consider entirely terrible in the moment. Chief among them was having all of his power back, a blessing indeed considering all of the fights that awaited.

“Ha, take that!” There was a grin on his face as he caught a CPN with an attack, tossing it upwards with his blade and then slamming it back down towards the ground. Nearby, he noticed a woman who seemed to be fighting readily as well, walking up next to her after she’d finished off a monster of her own. There wouldn’t be any time to talk yet though- another group of CPNs was closing in, and Ratatosk settled into his fighting stance. 

The waves, aggressive as they crashed into the white sands. The sky above, burning red with ragged streaks of grey for stormy clouds broken just as their shattered worlds. Under the shade of the umbrella, one old man relaxes. Hands behind his head, oversized straw hat hiding his face.

Next to him, an intimidating knight made of darkness. He is sitting stiffly in his seat, eyes trained on the horizon as he tries to find something to focus on for relaxation. It is not working. “Must we continue this. I am not suited for this life.”

“Correction. You think you are. You hold your guilt close think of it as necessary. The old Knight built a family and a home for me. What’ll you build, you old poopie?”

He stands up, and turns, angered. But then he sees an orange figure in the distance.

“Miss Jasper! Are you here?” Kay calls out as she jogs up to her and Jasper’s usual spot-- she’d helped rip up some of the grass here, but their work is never done. (not... that she really understands why they need to do that, but she figures it’s part of the training.)

“I was wondering if you wanted to spar today? I’ve been practicing.” She puts her bag down, taking her staff off its holster. With recent events... she’s more worried than ever about holding her own in a fight. And she knows she can count on Jasper to be the one person who won’t hold back when they’re sparring.

And not by one of this world’s local wild animals, either.

Sitting against the cave wall, Mao stares up at the hugely orange humanoid before her— expression flat, despite the surprise she was feeling inside.

“... Did I interrupt your hibernation?”

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