#themightyzwei

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The library wasnt really like one of the prestigious ones in zedash or anything like that. They made a point to say that all are welcome, and keep that in their actions. That might've meant more riff raff but as far as Elliot could see, not really. He didn't really batt an eye at the taller, a little bit worse for wear man that came in during their shift as the clerk.

"Hello!" he beams a smile. "Is there anything i can help you find?"

            Her words fill his chest with a WARMTH he’s still not entirely used to feeling again, but for once, Caleb doesn’t break away, or avert his eyes, but instead, he watches her, a half smile on his lips. “That’s very nice of you to say, but you KNOW that I’m really not that important, ja? You have places to be, and people to be with,” He reaches out to take her hands into his own, his touch soft. “And...that is okay, it doesn’t mean I think any less of you,”

@themightyzwei​ sent ;;  “I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.” [from Caleb, maybe about the Lucien mystery? 

     With the others now focused on those coming for TravelerCon, Mollymauk found himself withdrawing. He found himself alone with his thoughts and his thoughts dwelling on what they had found below the island. Vokodo had been a strange entity, but stranger still was the implications of the memories gleaned from it. A city in the astral sea. A city hunting, searching, hungry. Eyes of Nine. Nonagon. Was it somehow connected?

     He had thought he had been stealthy enough, but Caleb had caught him making his way out of the village. Mollymauk felt guilty for being spotted, but guiltier still now that he knew he would be dragging others into it.

“I think that is rather beside the point given what is in that jar.” Caleb kept his voice low, but lethal, as Nott was sleeping not too far away. And Caleb had stored Vicros’ precious belongings under her bed, obviously no longer trusting their traveling companion.

“Tell me what it is.” Caleb knew, though why Vicros had it was more of the question, but Caleb wanted to hear it from Vicros.

     Vicros’s crimson eyes glared down at Caleb, reflecting eerily in the dim candlelight. His hands clenched at his sides as he considered his options. He had few. He needed his things back. Though he respected the wizard’s gall to stand between him and his possessions, he was furious that he had let his guard down that swiftly for a pair of strangers. All the same, he did not want to attack. Not while the little goblin slept so peacefully despite the situation.

@themightyzwei

Veth’s shoulders lifted and wiggled a little, playful, as Yeza kissed her cheek. She gently elbowed him as his lips moved to her neck with a soft giggle and gave him his own kiss to his cheek. She often wondered how she had gotten so lucky, to find Yeza.

“Oh, sit down, sit down. Breakfast is nearly done.” Veth moved back to the stove, moving the last of the flapjacks onto another plate. She set it infront of her husband, blueberries making a smiley face in the pancake.

“One, two, threefourfive!” Luke counted out, then picked up the last one, “Six!” and popped it in his mouth.

“Good job, baby.” Veth tickled Luke’s cheek, sending him into giggles. “He read his own bedtime book last night. He’s so very smart… Just like his papa.”

“Very good.” Yeza agreed, digging into his own meal, listening to his wife. He was glad to have her, he loved her and she was so strong and smart. It was others peoples loss if they couldn’t see that, and he hoped to eventually be able to help her see that she was wonderful as well. 

He reached over and held her hand, taking a moment to finish swallowing what he was eating before he spoke, “Just like his mama, as well. I’m not the only one able to brew a potion, after all.” he smiled, giving her hand a little squeeze and a kiss. 

it's been a rough couple of days for caleb.

well, that's an understatement, really -- he's been in a constant state of fluctuating between dissociating and panicking, and it hasn't been very fun, in full honesty. every time he sees a flame, there's a physical pain in his chest and a tingling sensation on his fingers and a fog that settles over his mind.

every time the group mentions trent's name he wants to scratch himself raw until his skin doesn't itch at the mere mention of the man.

he shivers. blood drips down his face and shoulders and arms as wooden and metal shrapnel blasts past him. the crudely made krynn barricade had been easily destroyed, giving them access to more of the tunnel, but caleb hadn't even thought to get out of the way of the debris. he hears jester swear at him from behind, shoving through the rest of them to lay a hand on his shoulder to cast the healing spell.

before she does, caleb glances down at his arms and blinks at the bloodied cuts lining them, tearing apart the bandages and staining them with more dirt and blood.

caleb blinks, and sees crystals.

Caleb froze up, in something Beau might call ‘blue screen’. Must have been a Colbalt nerd thing. Nott gave a small blush and looked to Jester as Caleb took a moment to blink back into reality. His ears were bright red.

“What was that for?” Nott asked with a toothy smile.

“Because you’re my friend and I like you and why not, nott? Kisses are always nice.” 

A grin flashed her way, as she plopps down besides them,