#vanji-lost

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"Oi! Tytree!" The manager's voice echoed through the room said man was working in. Immediately, the green-haired Force wielder turned around to see some person he has never seen before. That's some strange-looking clothes... Tytree thought to himself as he approached the new person and the manager.

"What is it boss?" he asked. "The person a new recruit or something?"

"Actually, no." The managed replied. "We saw this person walking around in the factory aimlessly. They don't seem to be harmless, but they could be Force users, and I thought it's best that I brought them to you." Brown eyes widened. Another Force user?!

"Leave it to me!" Tytree replied fervently, putting a hand on the newcomer's shoulder. As the factory manager left, that was when Tytree actually conversed with the person. "So... what's your name, and why are you hanging around in the factory? Only authorized people can get in here."

I'm going to be moving in a month, which was totally and completely unexpected. I didn't think this would be happening. So in order to gear up for moving I've been away.

Don't worry it's a good move it's not like I'm getting evicted. It's just unexpected good news.

I'll still be responding to everyone but my timing may be stretched due to the busy news! So sorry! I'm sure everyone will be fine with waiting.

"O-Oh! There is quite a lot of you.  How curious!"

"I am called Milla Maxwell, the lord of spirits.  Please do not hesitate to ask me any questions or introduce yourselves so I may learn your name."

Today he was only a boy planting flowers. His hands were covered in dirt, skin calloused from years of holding a sword -- yet his fingers sifted so gently through the soil, as if they were remembering something he'd never done before. 

His Father had planted flowers. Asbel learned of it, he'd learned many things about his estranged Father -- and only when he'd died. As it was now, quietly sitting in the courtyard with a shovel, seeds and a water basket, he felt closer to his Father than he had ever been in life. 

It was a sad thing, a humbling thing. He didn't consider himself a good child in the least as a boy, but now, a boy somewhere on that distant road of being a man, he thought maybe his Father might have been smiling. Smiling at him now, auburn head tucked low between his shoulder blades, fingers moving and sifting through the earth with the gentleness of a wiser man. 

He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't notice the sudden arrival on his lawn. Lhant Manor was open to all in the town, and to strangers and passerbys. It was a place of safety and comfort, not prestige. At least, to Asbel it was. It wasn't much of a surprise or discomfort.

The young lord straightened a little, hand absentmindedly rubbing at his cheek, leaving a smudge of dirt against skin spent under the sun. two clearly mismatched eyes, one a bright blue, the other a strange, pink-circled violet honing in on the visitor with a wave of a dirty hand, a quizzical blink and a smile.