Grim’s Henchman

It was a nice day for P.E. Class, Vargas had us all working hard on our bodies saying that a mage needed to have a body to match their magic level. He usually had me do more physical stuff than magic stuff like flying. So I ended up doing more running than the others. Well today we got to play frisbee together, like normal frisbee not Spelldrive frisbee. It was nice to see everyone at my level for once, so as we’re playing someone threw it too high, before anyone could catch it a small bean like object grabbed it midair. I realized what it was and caught him as he fell. It was Tsum Jack who held the frisbee squeaking out a bark. The Tsum didn’t look like it was hurt, thank sevens for that, but he would not let the frisbee go, even growling when some other student tried to take it while I held him. Everyone soon gave up and decided to play mock Spelldrive with the other disks. Leaving me alone with Tsum Jack as they went to the fields with borrowed brooms. I sighed softly as Tsum Jack looked up at me wagging his tail, I couldn’t help but smile “Yes I know you got the frisbee Jack, good boy” I told him. The Tsum squeaked happily as I hugged him close, glad to have a friend by my side.

Mod: Sorry no updates on Overblot Strife or Tsum posts tonight, I’ve got the wickedest of headache that won’t go away and I’m stuck on a part of the fic with Jamil. Regular posting will happen tomorrow and I’ll do two posts to catch up with Tsum week and I’ll try to finish Chapter 4 and get chapter 5 started

So I was at the library hoping to get some books on my current project for Magical History class, I was searching for a specific book for Shaftlands Traditions when I heard a loud squeak and a crash. Worried I rushed over thinking that a cat or something got squished, but to my surprise it was Tsum Deuce who was trapped under a pile of books. I quickly unearthed him before lifting him up from the wreckage “Are you okay Tsum Deuce?” I asked checking him over he had a bruise on his forehead, he sniffled squeaking in what sounds like pain. I hold him close as I helped place the books on the return cart noticing that some of them were books on how to make better study guides. Why would Tsum Deuce want these books, it didn’t make any sense. I carried him to my little study area that the librarian usually set aside for me and sat down placing him on the table to check his injury “Well it doesn’t look too bad, what were you doing with all those books?” I asked as Tsum Deuce squeaked bouncing. It made me wish I knew the Tsum language, but I just took out a bandaid that had black cats all over it and gently placed it on Tsum Deuce’s bruise. “There you go hopefully that bruise will go away soon, I’m sorry you got hurt” I said as I carefully picked up Tsum Deuce and hugged him.