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Aislin woke sharply, eyes blown wide in surprise before they narrowed into annoyance. "Why," she grumbled, sitting up and pushing the covers back, "Why must it always be hyper-realistic to wake me up?" With a few more grumbles about how she didn't need to see that, she got herself situated for the morning. She glanced at the plushies for a long moment, considering, and then decided against it. Who knew how the house would react if she took something from it?
Aislin descended the steps, sniffing the air upon scenting the cooking meal. She followed the smell into the kitchen, stepping to a place out of the way where she could watch whatever was left of the process. She couldn't help but announce her presence by asking Sagau, "Are those peaches I smell?"
Kahlua opened his eyes and took a deep breath, scenting the watery musk of swamp that emanated from an incense stick he had left burning the night before. He pushed away the memories of his childhood and stood, gearing up with the weapons he had purchased back in Midgar, along with a few throwing knives he had gotten more recently. Shouldering his pack, he took another look around what was now his room. On a small table stood the incense burner alongside a collection of other scents he could use, each evoking a memory of different places. The bookshelf that only stood two rows high was filled with ritual books, medicine books, and a few on geology. There was even one that he could possibly use to transform his bottled poison into an actual panacea; how he would get all the ingredients was another matter he was choosing not to think about. Kahlua looked down at the plush, faux fur rug beneath his feet and smiled slightly. Underneath the rug was a small circle that he could fill in with his own rituals whenever he needed to, using the chalk that resided in a desk drawer. Said desk currently had a book open, to which he closed before walking out the door.
Kudret worked at the metal carefully, doing his best to handle the etching as precisely as he could. He had slipped out early to a part time job he had taken as a way to gain access to a forge. Kudret had also forgone his armor this time, as last time he had worn it in here he had nearly given himself heat stroke. He completed the final letter and leaned back a little, surveying the whole word. It looked about as good as he was going to get with his paws compared to a human's hands. Kudret nodded to himself and cleaned away the metal shavings, clearing the area of other scraps of metal he could find as well. Why some of the apprentices were so messy was a mystery to him; then again, Taika had been the same way at times, citing pure laziness for the cause of her frequent negligence of cleaning her area. Ida had often pestered her into cleaning up, something one would not think the wolf would do at first glance. Kudret's ears pricked at the shout of his name and he started walking in that direction, carrying the now etched knife and its sheath for critique from the supervisor today.
Kahlua opened his eyes and took a deep breath, scenting the watery musk of swamp that emanated from an incense stick he had left burning the night before. He pushed away the memories of his childhood and stood, gearing up with the weapons he had purchased back in Midgar, along with a few throwing knives he had gotten more recently. Shouldering his pack, he took another look around what was now his room. On a small table stood the incense burner alongside a collection of other scents he could use, each evoking a memory of different places. The bookshelf that only stood two rows high was filled with ritual books, medicine books, and a few on geology. There was even one that he could possibly use to transform his bottled poison into an actual panacea; how he would get all the ingredients was another matter he was choosing not to think about. Kahlua looked down at the plush, faux fur rug beneath his feet and smiled slightly. Underneath the rug was a small circle that he could fill in with his own rituals whenever he needed to, using the chalk that resided in a desk drawer. Said desk currently had a book open, to which he closed before walking out the door.
Kudret worked at the metal carefully, doing his best to handle the etching as precisely as he could. He had slipped out early to a part time job he had taken as a way to gain access to a forge. Kudret had also forgone his armor this time, as last time he had worn it in here he had nearly given himself heat stroke. He completed the final letter and leaned back a little, surveying the whole word. It looked about as good as he was going to get with his paws compared to a human's hands. Kudret nodded to himself and cleaned away the metal shavings, clearing the area of other scraps of metal he could find as well. Why some of the apprentices were so messy was a mystery to him; then again, Taika had been the same way at times, citing pure laziness for the cause of her frequent negligence of cleaning her area. Ida had often pestered her into cleaning up, something one would not think the wolf would do at first glance. Kudret's ears pricked at the shout of his name and he started walking in that direction, carrying the now etched knife and its sheath for critique from the supervisor today.
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