#jacen-dune

Work as a witch was, unsurprisingly, harder than it was as a medium. He had a lot more limitations that required things like sleep and power constraints. He knew a familiar would help, but the pickings at Krovs were slim on that front. Still having one would have come in useful for the dumb shit he was trying. Flexing way to hard for practicing, especially after everything that had happened with Lucien, which wasn't long enough ago for him to be pushing himself as hard as he was with certain aspects of dark magic he was trying to gain expertise in. Needless to say he was exhausted and parts of him he didn't know could hurt, hurt.

It was why he ended up down in the pool area going to soak in the hot tub. He wasn't sure if it would help or not, but it certainly couldn't make it worse. He'd not been in the heated water save for a few minutes when a familiar face was brought into the area by guards and he recalled Jacen was unclaimed again.

"Jacen Dune if I recall correctly." The witch smiled.

“Oh I am so in! Grab some snacks too and a blanket. It’s getting cold out.”

“My oh my...What a naughty little hybrid. If you’re going to be saying such things, you should at least back them up by doing them.” 

Looking up from where he was sitting, against a wall and reading a book, Bradley grinned at his friend. “Jacen, hi. How’s it going?”

Benji, I was wondering if you would wanna go to the library today? I can’t go out because these guards will throw me back to Undercroft. If that’s okay, and if you’re not busy or anything. I love wanna practice my reading.

It had been close to a month since Lysander had arrived to the castle, and even still he found himself meeting slaves he had yet to get acquainted with. With so many in the Undercroft, he knew he’d have to be patient and take his time to earn their trust - to let word spread of his benevolence - and he knew he’d have to plant more seeds if he wanted his plans to come to fruition. That was why he was in the Undercroft that evening, looking among the slaves that remained huddled in their cots or focused on their various activities in the common room, and he had all but decided to pick up a young dragon when he heard the faintest sound of splashing coming from the pool area.

Curiosity getting the better of him, the Master began to walk closer and closer to the pool, noticing that there was one lone figure swimming in the vast waters - roomy enough for multiple merfolk to stretch their fins. “And what are you doing by your lonesome, young one?” Lysander asked as he walked closer, striking up a conversation with the merman that was, quite frankly, quite handsome.