#astira

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Valeia came out of left field, so The Four officially all have sprites!

A LIGHT OF HOPE

> You fear you’re already too late, but you need to warn Beihet that the cavern is searching for him.

> You’re not even certain if you should mention this Mikora- While it might be better not to, you’re not sure if you of all trolls should make that call.

> The townsfolk don’t seem too perturbed at least, as you make your way to Beihet’s forge.

> Only to find it locked up. You knock on the front door and find no answer. He might just be asleep...

> You try the door and find it locked.

> And you slip your hand into your pocket to retrieve the key you brought just in case. You’re glad you thought to bring it, at least to spare the townsfolk from having to watch you anxiously pace across town twice.

> As you put the key into the lock, you hear a step behind you and snap your head up- Of course, it’s likely only Beihet, but you’re rather on edge at the moment...

"I am indeed."

STRANGLING YOU INTO APATHETIC SUBMISSION 

A small intake to catch a whiff of the fragrant, dry leaves, and then he closed the lid to let the tea steep.

Tea, how it was meant to be enjoyed. Rather than a mockery of it using some flavorful mosses like he had down in the caverns, the stuff always just tasted like dirt. Every night Astira thanked his lucky stars that he’d made it to the surface alive. There was so much to do, to see. Some things he’d even heard stories of, carried from the jades of distant caverns or talk of the oldest writings that were brought down from the surface.

Bread, too. Real bread, made with wheat instead of the cavern potatoes- Which, in hindsight, would be rather odd to the surface sensibilities- And so, so much more that Astira could be grateful for.

He hummed delightfully as he made himself a sandwich while the tea steeped. If he could make the ham and cheese himself he would, it was such a wonderful process- But he had to settle for buying it instead, and at least making the bread.

Astira cut his sandwich diagonally and set it out on a cute little plate he’d gotten with the tea set, and poured himself a cup of tea. He had just lifted the cup to his lips when he heard a knock at the door.

It was awfully early, the sun was rising, who could be out and about now..?

Well, likely someone who needed shelter from the sun and undead. Astira hastily set down his cup and stood, straightening out his clothes as he went to the door.

He opened it and was met with a monster of a troll, a gashed face and throat, covered in blood, wheezing and rattling like a dying animal. Astira shrieked and fumbled to slam the door shut, thinking he’d just foolishly opened the door for a zombie.

Astira quickly slammed the deadbolt and pressed his hands against the door in the vain hope of bracing it in case that giant of a troll threw his weight against it, his heart hammering in his chest...

...The zombie had startled and backed away rather quickly when he screamed.

He listened carefully and could still hear him on the other side, gasping and panting.

And...

Something about him was familiar...

Astira bit his lower lip and slid open the deadbolt, braced himself, and opened the door just a bit. He peered out quietly; The troll was definitely still standing there, staring down the street now, looking like he was on the verge of tears.

Sliced nigh to ribbons though it was, his attire was that of the caverns. And Astira did know this troll. It took him several long moments to recall his name.