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(both Magisters smile at Mini-Erin's reaction then... fluster when knowing the little one... Didn't eat nor drink... Magister Kafka covers his face in embarrassment while Magister Evangeline chuckles awkwardly and pats the back of her head)
Mag.Kafka//Mag.Eva: No worries...//NO PROBS !
(they say at the same time then chuckle. They nod their head in unison)
Magister Kafka: I agree with you... Miss Erin... Miss Dolly's cooking is indeed... unmatched by other chefs... In my opinion...
(his face turns red when saying it as he lowers his gaze in embarrassment. He's truly glad that Dolly is in the kitchen right now...)
Magister Evangeline: YUP2, ERIN! WAIT-- I COOK TOO FOR TODAY'S MEAL, YA KNOW-- YOU SHOULD PRAISE ME ALSO!
(she pouts and crosses her arms. Magister Kafka sighs and pats her back gently...)
Magister Kafka: Indeed... Your cooking and... baking skills... surpass me... Thank you for... The... enticing meals...
(Magister Evangeline smiles proudly and nods her head in satisfaction! Both Magisters nod their heads, hearing Erin's comments about their combination or... synchronization at doing the chores and tasks around Esperia...)
(Time passes... Magister Evangeline finishes a whole plate of Omelette Fried Rice while Magister Kafka had a... quarter portion of Omelette Fried Rice left on his plate. She nudges his arm with her elbow, indicates him to finish the meals and he sighs, taking a break... Sipping the tea with a trembling hand.)
(Both Magisters look at Erin then look at each other, trying to process whether they had experienced the similar situation as Mini-Erin before...)
Mag.Kafka//Mag.Eva: Unfortunately...No...//Nope!
(they say at the same time. Both Magisters eyes wide open at the mentioned of... Miniature version of... Court Mage Cyran...)
Magister Evangeline: OH.MY.DUSKLORD-- IS THAT KIND OF CRITTER EXIST? PETITE VERSION OF CYRAN? DEAR, LORD-- AND YOU SAID HE'S ADORABLE? URGHH! BOTH REAL AND PETITE VERSION ARE JUST-- --
(she looks away and stomps her feet a few times, trying to hold her anger inside of her while Magister Kafka lost in his own thoughts, rubbing his chin then... sighs...)
Magister Evangeline: IF I EVER FOUND IT-- I WOULD KICK HIM LIKE A BALL OUT OF THIS MYSTICAL HOUSE-- FOR SURE! I WON'T ALLOW HIM TO CAUSE HARM TO KAFKA AND THE MEMBERS OF THE MYSTICAL HOUSE!
(she stands up then laughs maniacally at her plan. He flinches from her sudden movement, almost falling from his stool.)
Magister Kafka: Urm... Manners... Miss Eva...
(he tugs her cape slowly and looks at Erin with an apologetic face. Magister Evangeline then takes a seat and grins at Erin in satisfaction of elaborating what she would do to that Mini-Cyran if she ever lays her eyes on him! Magister Kafka covers his mouth and says it... slowly...)
Magister Kafka: We... haven't come across him... The little Cyran... However... If I ever do... Come across him... I... would like to... ... take care of it... with all my... heart...
(he looks away and covers his face in embarrassment, slightly fluster after saying it.)
Magister Evangeline: YOU DON'T HAVE TO, KAFKA-- JUST DITCH HIM LIKE HOW HE PUSHED YOU AWAY COUNTLESS TIMES WHEN YOU WANTED TO LEND A HAND AT LYCEUM!
(he gasps slightly... Hearing her mentioning of the Lyceum days... he closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh. He stares at the leftover rice on his plate in silence...)
A thank you gift from us to our second guests ! I don't want this Artworks of mine... to get lost in my blog so... I use the usual tag for my artworks... and post it here...
As a... Momento... To those that My Merlins and I... Have come across...
To: Our second guests of the Quaint Mystical House of Magister Kafka... Miss Erin and an Adorable Mini-Erin of hers, Snek !
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I drew a Male Version of Miss Erin-- which the Author once mentioned... Miss Erin looks like-- this Man... Named Eugene... That Hypogean from AFK Arena...
And-- I also drew that Mini-Erin named Snek !
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Note: Male Version of Miss Erin... It's soo difficult to draw a spiky hairstyle... urgh... (-_-")
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Note: Snek near Magister Kafka's cup of tea ! It's soo adorable-- however... Magister Kafka was terrified of it...
AFKJ OC - "IT ARRIVED-- AND SHE LIKES IT, MAGISTERS !"
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A short story after I realised that a box of cake and a letter that Magister Evangeline delivered to Miss Erin arrived safely !
Thank you for the response !
Note: ⚠️ A little snippet of the Caravan Event... a tiny bit... Nothing major spoiler at all...
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Magister Evangeline immediately ran out of the Mystical House in search of... Magister Kafka... After I shared the news of the items that she sent to Miss Erin arrived safely at her place...
Ryeham... A peaceful... Small town...
She sensed his magic nearby and asked around, whether the people in Ryeham saw a glimpse of Magister Kafka. One of the kids pointed her finger at one of the wheat fields, that's where she last saw the Silver, wavy haired Magister. Magister Evangeline immediately followed the kid's direction, as she could sense his magic even more around that field.
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The golden wheats... swayed when the Autumnal breeze passed through it. The weather is... ever so nice and... Peaceful...
As Magister Evangeline saw Magister Kafka, sitting in the middle of the wheat fields, she slowly creeped up behind him, an attempt to jumpscare him. However... her movement... stopped abruptly as she saw him... slowly lying on the ground... trembling... curled up his body...
"Oh, DuskLord--" she muttered under her breath and rushed towards him, kneeling beside him. She felt a sharp pain in her back and she hissed. She ignored her pain and focused on him. She squeezed his arm, straightened his posture and shook him slightly. "Hey-- KAFKA-- WAKE UP--" she called out to him-- and the only response was... a whimper... his brows forrowed and his eyes remain shut.
She heard... A prayer... in Ancient Language... although his voice came out tiny and shaky... She could hear it clearly... A plea... To give him... the strength to push through the day... and questioned when it will end... Her brows forrowed as she squeezed his cold hand.
"Snap out of it-- Please... You still have a long journey ahead... Don't give up, Kafka..."
She shook him a few times as... he grew silent... She wanted to call for help... however... She didn't want the people of Ryeham knew this side of him... So she... remained beside him... Calling out for him...
A moment passed and... she sighed in relief as he stirred awake... slowly opened his eyes... His vision was... Ever so blurry at that time. "Miss... Eva..?" He let out a light cough and slowly forced himself to sit. She helped him to sit and looked at him for awhile... His nose was now... bleeding... She didn't know whether to tell him now or...
"Is there... anything I could... assist you... Miss Eva..?"
Ahh-- the usual, 'at-your-service' Magister Merlin.
Magister Evangeline frowned when hearing Magister Kafka asked that question, right AFTER HE PASSED OUT.
"Kafka..."
"My apologies... Is there... Something that I..."
"Kafka-- no, I don't need your help. YOU ARE THE ONE THAT NEEDS IT MORE THAN I DO. You DO REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENS JUST NOW, RIGHT?"
He flinched and looked away... Lost in his own thoughts... trying to recall what happened... She immediately shook his shoulders to get his attention.
"Dang it-- You should call it a day. Really--"
"I... haven't started... anything yet today..." Silence engulfed both Magisters... Magister Evangeline ruffled her hair in frustration and looked at Magister Kafka with a frown as he... slowly wiped away his bloody nose with his handkerchief. She sat closer to him and leaned her head against his shoulder.
There's no need to argue with him... He's awake now... and that's a total relief already...
"I wanna share with you the good news. You wanna hear it?"
He nodded slowly and ruffled his now messy hair. He took a deep breath and released it, slowly gazing at her, trembling when a breeze passed through them. She sighed and conjured a blanket out of thin air and wrapped it around him.
"You remember Erin and her petite plush, Snek right? She received the cake that you baked for her and your letter! She's verrry eager to eat it with her Merlin and friends-- She ALSO compares the drawing of Snek to her petite plush! Amused by it-- the other drawing-- she likes that also--"
She shook Magister Kafka's shoulder slightly and giggled. She lied about Miss Erin's reaction towards that other picture... with a straight face... He looked at the blood stained handkerchief... in silence... Nodding his head... slowly...
"Also-- She doesn't mind at all... That you didn't realise her presence 'cause YOU'RE scared at that time-- Ya know-- your vision becomes like-- "tunnel vision" when you get scared-- she understands that feeling though." She said excitedly, to lighten up his mood and... his tears formed at the corner of his eyes.
"I'm... Glad she likes it... I... wish them... To have a wonderful moments... When eating those cake... That I baked for her..." He whispered and closed his eyes.
The exhaustion seems to not go away... The exhaustion of... Travelling back and forth to the Uru Clan Settlement, Rustport then Holistone... With his companions... To help Rowan... establish the new trade networks of... Mithril Consortium across the land... at some strategic locations...
Indeed... There's more to come... as he... Envisioned that... He might have to travel also... To The Duchy of Whiteridge and... Ironhold Bay..?
Only Dura knows... How exhausted he is...
Trading..? Profit..? Escort..? Passenger..? Oh... his head... Ever so dizzy... Trying to keep up with those business stuff...
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A blue portal suddenly appeared on the countertop. A box with a letter on it slowly and gently landed on it.
There's a sticky note on the box...
"DANG IT-- LITTLE SCAMP DIDN'T ALLOW ME TO VISIT YOU 'CAUSE THEY SAID-- I CAN VISIT YOU IN THAT "ANOTHER UNIVERSE" THAT WE JUST TRAVELLED ONCE TO MEET SENA-- ANYWAYS, THERE'S A DARK CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH STRAWBERRIES IN THAT BOX-- KAFKA MADE IT FOR YOU!"
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The contents of the letter are as below...
"Dear, Miss Erin... I must apologize for... not noticing your presence in... My house... Miss Eva is... Indeed... Teasing me for the fourth times... That day... Do forgive me... For... I... Ever so afraid of that... Plushie of yours..."
"In this envelope... I include some... simple artworks of my dear... The... Male version of... you... Miss Erin and... That plushie of yours... near my... cup of tea... They apologised for... their absence... and hope you... like it... May Dura Above... Bless you with... anything that you do... Today..."
~ sincerely, Magister Kafka
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Below are the artworks included in the envelope...
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Erin lazily lifts her head from the countertop when she feels that magic right next to her. She felt a little under the weather and decided to slump over her empty coffee cup on that early afternoon but the moment she sees the box appear her eyes lit up.
"Oh what is this?" she wonders and she reaches out to examine the paper stuck to the box. "It's from the two Magisters! Hey, Snek, that might interest you, too!"
Not that Erin has all that much influence over her mini-self but this time Snek seems to listen to her summon. She worms her way all the way from the far end of the hall towards the tavern.
Without waiting for Snek, Erin opens the box to reveal the delicious looking cake. "That looks amazing! I am most definitely going to take the largest share... right after Merlin. And then Dolly... and then Chippy." She chuckles and gently shakes her head. Then she takes the letter and reads it out loud, so that Snek can hear the message, too.
"Kafka, it's quite alright", Erin sighs quietly. "I think I remember how it feels like to be blinded by fear. That can make you really quite short-sighted. I am just sorry it was Snek causing you to feel like that. She's silly, but very harmless. Maybe I gotta strip her of the snake-onesie for you the next time I come to visit."
As she notices the small drawings, she murmurs in surprise. "Snek, it's you! Ahahahaha, you look so adorable and peaceful here. Did Kafka do these? Wow, that's really good!"
Erin hold up the small drawing of Snek and compares it agains the real one, now reaching the cake on the countertop and carefully studying it. She worms a few times around it before eventually settling next to it.
Erin has grown silent. The second picture is in her hand and she cannot take her eyes of it.
"This is... me?" She shakes her head gently. "No. This is... ... Eugene." As she is holding the picture in her left hand, her right hand reaches for her wrist and presses and rubs it. A magical tattoo, an eternal strange memory of someone long forgotten. Her eyes are glued to the smile of the man in her hand, despite the blur of her vision as tears emerge.
"Oh, brother, where are you?"
Pressing the picture against her chest now, Erin slumps back over her coffee cup, silently filling it with her tears.
